Nichs''s eyes were thick with emotion. "Let''s go to the hospital. I will give you a satisfying answer."


    My vision was blurry, but I felt like I actually understood the look in his eyes. for the first time ever. I trusted that he was truly going to give me a satisfying answer this time.


    Gazing at him, I smiled and hummed in acknowledgment, despite the throbbing pain in my heart. In a daze, I let him carry me out.


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    The scenery before by in an instant, but my vision gradually blurred and shifted into arge patch of red. I was consciously unconscious. Not knowing whether it was a dream, I pondered a lot of things.


    This was all just a show. But was it really? The agony I felt was real, and it was a fact that I had lost my child. The anguish I felt was also genuine. Then how could I remain detached and treat everything like a show? But if this wasn''t a show, what was it? I had anticipated this, hadn''t I?


    As I was unable to process my thoughts any longer, my vision turned ck. couldn''t figure it out, so I stopped trying.


    Due to my miscarriage, the doctor told me I needed to rest for at least at week. But I couldn''t wait.


    udia''s news blew up on the inte, and her reputation plummeted drastically.


    Daniel had also just learned that I was pregnant, but before he could celebrate the idea of having a grandchild, my miscarriage made the headlines.


    He was so furious that he was immediately rushed to the emergency room.


    Daniel was resolute. udia''s repeated attempts to harm my child had indeed crossed his bottom line, and he refused to keep her around any Chane/boyProperty ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    longer


    Frances knelt before Daniel for an entire day, and she did the same in my


    ward.


    Nichs sat by my bedside, and I could clearly sense his turmoil. He was tom between his father''smand and his affection for the woman he had called "Mom" for 20 years. Frances'' sobbing was making me frustrated because I couldn''t rest. Just then, udia suddenly barged into my ward.


    Blood was streaming down her wrist as she cried, "Ariana, I''ll repay the life of your child with mine!"


    She called out to Nichs and swiftly fainted in his arms. He rushed her to the emergency room, and when he came back, he finally gave me the satisfying answer he had promised.


    He did everything in his power to send udia abroad, and he agreed to file for a divorce with me with the conditions I had proposed.


    I couldn''t be bothered about the doctor''s advice and the seven-day recovery period. I made an appointment with Nichs to meet at the court. This was my second time here.


    The civil affairs office was designed


    peculiarly. When Nichs and I got married, wepleted the


    paperwork on the left side of the hall and recited our vows in the center of the hall. But the right side of the hall was where divorce cases were processed.


    Back then, I thought to myself that I only needed to be here once in my life.


    I was beaming at Nichs back then, feeling as if I had the whole world just by having him. I secretly vowed that I would never divorce him.


    Yet, now, one side of the hall was


    brimming with joy, while where Nichs and I stood felt


    met


    a


    suffocating. A lifetime was such long time, but it hadn''t even been


    five years since we were together.


    The staff asked us, "Are you voluntarily getting divorced?"


    I nced up at Nichs, who was sitting upright and holding himself with rigor. He was still the same? man he was a few years ago, but the two of us could never go back to how things werE en