Q3
Ignoring my pleas, he scooped up Jasmine Sue and rushed out the door, leaving me barely
able to stand. I begged him to take me with him.
But Ricky Lancaster just shoved me aside.
My stomach slammed against the corner of the table, and my vision swam.
The excruciating pain ripped a scream from my throat, blood trickling down my legs and pooling on the cold floor.
But Ricky Lancaster acted as if he didn’t see a thing, roaring at me:
“Who are you putting on this pathetic performance for! If you try to stop me again, don’t even
dream about a reconciliation!”
After Ricky Lancaster left, I called for an ambulance and went to the hospital.
The child couldn’t be saved. I woke up pale and aching.
Stroking my flat stomach, I felt a perverse sense of relief that the last trace of Ricky
Lancaster had vanished from me.
I opened the window and stared out, my eyes devoid of life.
A sickeningly sweet couple strolled past. The husband stroked his wife’s pregnant belly,
feigning annoyance:
“I told you to eat! But no, you never listen. Now you’re anemic. If you don’t put on ten or fifteen
pounds by the next appointment, you’ll be sorry!”
I remember just a few days ago, five months pregnant, my 170cm frame barely tipped the
scales at 92 kg.
But Ricky Lancaster still had the gall to say I was fat, that I wasn’t managing my figure
properly.
I don’t know when it started, but suddenly, nothing I did was right in his eyes.
We’d fought before, sure, but marital spats always ended with making up in bed, and each
time we were even sweeter than before.
He’d bring me an umbrella when it rained, but insist on sharing it, laughing like a fool even
when half his shoulder was drenched.
When I fractured my leg and couldn’t move, he meticulously prepared three meals a day for
me, helped me shower, and tended to my wounds.
He wrote a love song in my name, “Dream Moon“. He said he’d only ever sing it for me.
My eyes were full of stars back then. I was head over heels for him, utterly besotted.
Ricky Lancaster always said that if we grew old, he wanted me to go first, because the one.
loft behind would be the most lonely and pitiful soul in the world.
Wo were once not only intimate lovers but also each other’s rock.
But over since Jasmine Sue came along, everything went to hell.
He started dousing himself in cologne, hitting the gym, and ghosting my texts.
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3:55 pm G D G
He forgot my birthday. Our wedding anniversary,
He’d zone out when I spoke to him, but then I’d catch him in the bathroom, cradling his phone and giggling like a fool.
He grew increasingly cold and impatient, and the moment we were in bed, he’d turn o75 and snore, completely devoid of any desire for me,
Then, I’d wanted to surprise him with the news of my pregnancy, sol secretly went to the fam
meet for his and Jasmine Sue’s now show,
That’s when I understood it wasn’t something I’d done; our relationship had simply reached
its bitter end.
His heart was no longer mine.
Center stage, Ricky Lancaster serenaded Jasmine Sue with impassioned fervor:
“The brightest star in the night sky – its name is Jasmine Sue,”
“My insignificant orbit exists only to revolve closer to you.”
The deep affection in his eyes…. I’ve seen that before.
And the love song he once promised to sing only for me no longer belongs to me alone,
I cried, I raged, and he accused me of being utterly unreasonable,
After the show blew up, Ricky Lancaster became a brand–new A–List Celebrity,
Capitalizing on the hype, he and Jasmine Sue joined a Reality Dating Show to fall in love.
To cultivate a single image, Ricky Lancaster told me he wanted a sham Divorce,
We’ll remarry once the hype dies down.
The truth can’t be faked, and we do have the Divorce Certificate to prove it.
But I never want to remarry Ricky Lancaster, ever! I’m done with him.
“Cynthia Thompson, what are you doing here?”
Ricky Lancaster held Jasmine Sue’s hand in one of his, and carried her bag in the other,
clinging to her side. They looked every bit the lovey–dovey couple.
