Our Love on the Rocks

A homecoming banquet was organized for my wealthy boyfriend’s first love. At the banquet, he forced me to drink an entire glass of Whisky, even though I was pregnant, just to make his first love happy.

My abdomen was in excruciating pain, and blood was seeping through my white dress.

He kissed his first love in front of me as his friends cheered him on.

As I was losing consciousness, I heard a cold remark.

“Ignore her. She’s just a mistress. She won’t be able to live without me.”

When I woke up in the hospital, I caressed my flat stomach and wanted to send him a photo of the medical report detailing my miscarriage.

However, I realized that his profile picture had been changed to a photo of his first love’s side profile. He even blocked me again.

However, this time, I did not beg him as I had in the past.

Instead, I booked a flight ticket to leave the country.

I had just reached home when I heard a loud noise.

Ivy Anderson was standing in the middle of a mess of porcelain shards, and she immediately teared up when she saw me.

She then cried and threw herself into Liam White’s embrace.

“I didn’t mean to drop it, but Olivia looked so angry. She looked like an old witch…

“I got scared.”

The item she dropped was the first present Liam had bought me.

It was a porcelain doll that he personally crafted for me.

Liam caressed Ivy’s hair comfortingly with loving eyes. He used to dote on me like that.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a doll. I’ll smash it with you.”

He bent down, picked up the doll’s head, and smashed it forcefully against the floor.

The porcelain shards smashed into smaller pieces.

The doll was unsalvageable.

Ivy was delighted as she clapped and laughed.

My hands started to tremble.

Back then, when he gave this doll to me, Liam pinched my face with a smug expression.

“This is the first time I’ve made something like this for a woman I’m seeing.

“I’ll break up with you if anything happens to this doll!”

However, he was the one who ended up breaking it.

I expected this of him, though. After all, he was willing to sacrifice our child just to make Ivy smile.

I grimaced and started to sweep the pieces away with a broom.

Suddenly, Ivy coughed.

Liam asked anxiously, “Are you alright? Did you hurt your throat from all the crying?

“Olivia, you made Ivy cry! Hurry up and make her a cup of her favorite mango juice.”

I paused in disbelief.

“Have you forgotten that I’m allergic to mango?”

Liam’s expression froze. He did not dare to look at me out of guilt.

Then he turned his attention to the beautiful woman in his arms as they flirted with each other.

I swept the pieces away and tossed them into the trash along with the last bit of longing in my heart.