Severing All Our Ties

My CEO boyfriend promises that he'll only complete 99 wishes with his first love—she's lost her memory after being injured. However, I see them curling up in each other's arms when the wishes are completed.

Later, I stop pestering him about him caring for his first love. All I ask from him is an anklet for a baby—I want it as a remembrance of our child's birth, which is happening soon.

His gaze softens at the mention of the child. "Once I'm done with this, I'll accompany you shopping so we can pick out things for the baby."

I nod compliantly. I don't tell him it's already been a week since I asked a lawyer to draft a breakup agreement. In fact, we're already broken up.

After getting discharged from the hospital, I met Zachary Harrow in the hospital yard.

Sienna Lawson was leaning against him, and the two of them were whispering affectionately to each other. When Zachary saw me, his smile disappeared instantly.

He shielded Sienna behind him protectively, like he was afraid that I would do something to her. "What are you doing here?"

His wary gaze chilled me to the bones.

Sienna tugged on Zachary's sleeve gently. "Zach, don't scare Evie."

Before I could say anything, she looked at me apologetically. "Don't misunderstand, Evie. I was injured, and Zach was just worried about me."

Zachary turned to comfort her in soft tones. When he looked back at me, his expression was once again impatient. "What do you want?"

I opened my mouth, then hesitated. In the end, I just shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just passing through."

Perhaps noticing that something was off with me, Zachary approached me and said with surprising gentleness, "If so, go home. You're pregnant. You should be careful."

Behind him, Sienna looked at me with displeasure.

I nodded. "Okay."

With that, Zachary left with Sienna, who looked triumphant as they walked away.

I turned around, my hands instinctively resting on my stomach. Bitterness welled up inside of me.

Right now, my husband was with another woman. And standing right behind him, I—his wife—had just lost our child.

If he had only turned back to look at me that day or even visited me once at the hospital, he would've known.

I pulled a bitter smile. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I suddenly felt the small glass jar inside. My fingers tightened around it as memories flooded my mind.

The first and only time he had accompanied me to the hospital for my prenatal checkups, his first love had found him. Ever since then, he stopped coming home. He even skipped work just to spend time with her.

When I begged him to spend just a day with me, eyes red with desperation, he told me, "Sienna has always been frail, and now, she's lost her memories. She needs me.

"Don't worry. I'm just helping her recover. There won't be anything between us."

He promised me that he would only help