Chapter 2

Use her and then send her back to me? What am I, a recycling center?

Through the rain, the three of us made eye contact.

Clara was tense, Charles looked hopefully expectant, making me seem like the villainous home-wrecker.

Passersby who didn't know the situation pointed at me, insinuating I was a shameless third party.

My heart grew cold.

"I wish you both a healthy baby."

After dropping that line, I turned and left.

Without an umbrella, the rain soaked me completely. I looked pathetic, like I was running away.

What she didn't know was that my blessing was permanent, because I had agreed to get back together with my ex-girlfriend.

Daisy was thrilled. She held me all night and wouldn't let go.

I drank, she drank with me.

I poured out my bitter feelings, she listened quietly.

When I got drunk, I said a lot of nonsense to her.

That night, we were wild until dawn.

I had planned to introduce her to my mother, but unexpectedly her family business had some changes and she needed to go abroad for a while.

As for Clara, after that day, we barely had any contact. Not until after she got pregnant, when Charles couldn't wait to post on Instagram.

In the photo, he was kneeling down kissing her belly while Clara stroked his head.

They both looked so happy, with congratulatory comments flooding in below.

Someone who didn't know the situation left this comment: "Clara, you're pregnant with Charles's baby? What about Steve?"

"We were so busy congratulating them, we forgot that Clara and Steve were the ones who were engaged."

I smiled and replied: "What choices she makes are none of my business."

I didn't get a chance to type out the word "breakup" before I was met with countless mocking and contemptuous comments.

They laughed at me for being pathetic, saying the only reason I was putting up with this was because I wanted Clara's family money.

Even though they phrased it as joking, I knew they were serious.

I was done with Clara. Whatever decisions she made naturally had nothing to do with me.

As I put down my phone, Clara's call came through.

"Steve, don't mind what they're saying."

"We just need to live our own lives well. I didn't realize you loved me this much and had become so understanding. I almost feel guilty toward you."

"Don't worry, after I have his baby, I'll come right back and marry you."

She kept talking, but then I heard her gasp.

Afraid I'd notice something, she hastily explained that Charles was giving her a massage and tried to hang up the video call.

However, the video didn't close, and I saw everything they were doing.

"That idiot Steve is really generous with you!"

"Don't talk about him like that. If he weren't so magnanimous in letting me have your baby, you'd never get to be a father!"

"Be careful, the doctor warned us."

I'm not a pervert. I don't have a hobby of watching other people in bed.

I hung up the video, took a shower, and slept until morning.

Until I was woken by a phone call. I didn't even remember to change my clothes and ran to the hospital in my slippers.

Aunt Sarah had a handprint on her face. From the force, whoever hit her must have struck hard.

My mother sat in a wheelchair, tears streaming down her face.

Across from them were Clara and Charles. I immediately understood what had happened.

There were many onlookers discussing who the real home-wrecker was.

I pushed through the crowd and walked in. When my mother saw me, guilt washed over her face.

"Son, you're here."

"Isn't Clara your fiancée? You two are engaged. She's still wearing the engagement ring I picked out for you both."