From Caged Plaything to Gone in Three Days

At the welcome-home banquet for his first love, Ashton made me drink an entire glass of liquor just to make her happy.

I was pregnant, and the pain in my abdomen was unbearable.

Blood stained my white dress.

But he was too busy hand-feeding caviar to his first love while his friends egged him on.

As I lost consciousness, I heard his contemptuous laugh.

"Don't worry about her. She's just a plaything. She can't survive without me."

When I woke up in the hospital, I touched my now-flat stomach and wanted to send him the miscarriage report.