She thought to herself, sheâll never fall in love again in this lifetime! Because the man she deeply loved didnât love her back; she never expected her first love would end like this.
When her hand touched her body, her heart felt incredibly afraid and uncomfortable.
At that moment, a look of helplessness was in her eyes, and tears of despair fell from her face.
She had fantasized before that maybe one day sheâd give herself to Vincent. Perhaps that fantasy will never come true now; though she did marry him, she was like a pawn. She was incredibly hurt!
She hated herself for being unable to refuse, and to be so easily manipulated by him. She despised it, but she couldnât fight back.
Since they were never going to fall in love, then what difference did it make if her first time was with him or not? But she knew, she wouldnât give it to any other man.
Because he was her first love; all her love is buried deep in her heart. Meanwhile, every night she couldnât sleep due to the pain, but he didnât know nor cared; all he did was molest her, with the goal of disgracing the Hunter family.
And she did it, not to disgrace him, but to resist; this was her way of resistance.
She took in a deep breath and shut her eyes. She used her finger and pressed hard, to destroy her first love with her own hands.
The pain quickly came, and her cold sweat began to pour. A drop of blood fell from her finger as she looked at her bloodstained hand.
Her tears were like a waterfall that fell uncontrollably. Each drop fell into the sink and carried with it despair.
Numb and depressed, her heart felt empty.
The next day, her body was still writhing in pain. When her sister noted her walking gesture was amiss, she felt a wave of sorrow overcome her. At that second, she felt regret, she regretted that she chose that kind of method to end her first time!
Vincent stared on at Leila in disbelief, âAre, are you serious?â
Leila let out a dry smile; she wiped the tears on her face as she headed towards the door. âItâs just like what you said, we donât owe each other anything. I didnât give you my first time, but I didnât give it to another man either! Donât you think about trying to disgrace me, I wonât admit it. And donât you think about trying to abort my baby, since thereâs no relation between us anymore!â
She rushed out the emergency room as Vincent still stood there in disbelief. When he came to his senses, Leila was long gone.
Over at Reneeâs ward.
Leila wandered herself over to Reneeâs room, but she stood at the entrance and didnât know how to enter.
She had a kid, but the father refused to recognize the child. How ironic, she thought. She overcame hundreds of difficulties before, but how come she couldnât pass this one?
She could endure all manners of pain from others, but she couldnât bear the verbal abuse he used toward her.
Inside the room.
Renee laid in bed; when she opened her eyes, she saw Miyamoto still resting by the bedside. He took care of her all night. All her anger evaporated when she opened her eyes. After all, that was his ex-wife; his ex-wife whom he no longer kept in touch with. She ended up getting stabbed with the fruit knife she used, so it was just karma, not his fault.
Though she didnât touch him, her movements in bed woke up Miyamoto. In a panic, he quickly asked her, âHow are you feeling? Does it still hurt?â
Renee remained quiet and said nothing. Her large eyes looked at Miyamoto. After a bit, she said, âI need to use the restroom, help me call a nurse over!â
âIâll carry you there!â
âNo need; itâs been over ten hours, I think I can leave the bed now!â Renee refused him.
âIâll carry you there, the nurses donât have the strength anyway!â He insisted.
Renee frowned, âNo, you are a man after all!â
But Miyamoto wouldnât listen; he quietly said, âI donât think of you as a woman!â
âWhat do you mean? Iâm not a woman? What am I, then, a man?â Renee almost exploded.
â...â Miyamoto had never met such a woman who could get angry so easily; she was so skinny, but how did she still have such a loud voice?
âHey! Miyamoto, you better clear that up for me, what did you mean? Am I not feminine?â
âLook at yourself; arenât women supposed to be more effeminate?â
âHow am I not effeminate? Oh- I get it, youâre still thinking about your ex-wife, arenât you? If she was so effeminate, whyâd she stab me with a knife!
She appears all nice and dainty on the surface, but sheâs tough as a lion underneath. I suppose you got tricked and played for a fool?â
âYou!â Miyamoto couldnât say anything but frown.
âHmph! Iâll go to the restroom by myself, I donât need your help!â
Listening to the conversation inside the room, Leila let out a small smile in relief. Maybe Renee had found her other half! She didnât want to bother them, so she headed towards the stairs.
Leila went to visit her father, then left the hospital. On the streets, she covered her face as the tears began to run off her face again.
A huge burden; yes, it was a huge encumbrance.
Why did love felt so much like a torture?
She began to feel dizzy; the sun shone too brightly, and her consciousness felt as though it was slowly fading away...
Who was calling out to her?!
She wanted to open her eyes and look, but she couldnât see anything; she only felt herself falling. Just as she was about to fall to the floor, a huge figure held her and shouted, âLeila, Leila-â
âAre you awake now?â Leila opened her eyes and saw Theodore looking back at her in a concerned manner.
She was shocked; she quickly glanced around at her surroundings. She was in a foreign room, filled with high class yet simple decor, which gave people a feeling of simplicity.
âWhere am I?â Leila tried hard to recall; she visited her father, then left the hospital. But she had no recollection of where she went afterwards. The sun was shining brightly, she was walking on the street, and she suddenly began to feel dizzy.
It seemed like she had fainted shortly after; at the moment she fainted, she seemed to have heard Theodore calling out her name. He shouted, âLeila, Leila, are you alright?â
âThis is my apartment!â Theodore said in a low voice, filled with concern. âYou fainted, but itâs alright now. I think you might have had a heatstroke, so I brought you back!â
âOh, thanks!â Leila was about to get up.
âLeila, youâre pregnant!â Theodore looked at her. âDonât fidget too much; you have signs of a miscarriage, so you need to rest!â
âHow did you know?â Leila asked in shock.
âI called a doctor friend of mine; he took your pulse, and said youâre pregnant!â Theodore said in a soft, low voice.
âRight!â Leila nodded.
âVincent must be quite thrilled!â
Leila felt a lot calmer; even Theodoreâs first reaction was that the baby was Vincentâs. To think Vincent would have doubts! Vincent had totally broken her heart!
At the mention of Vincent, her face was expressionless, too calm to the point that Theodore felt astonished. It was as though the name meant nothing to her, so Theodore felt something was off.
âLeila?â Theodore slowly called out to her.
This made him freeze in place; she slightly frowned, but looking at his concerned expression, she secretly sighed in her mind, then turned her face to hide her feelings.
She didnât want Theodore to see her sadness, because that was between her and Vincent! âThank you, I should get going now!â
âYou canât move! The doctor said you should rest in bed!â Theodore said, âHow about this; if you arenât comfortable around me, Iâll call Vincent over!
Once your conditionâs stable, you can leave, howâs that?â
âNo! No! No!â Leila repeated herself thrice!
She refused, because she was afraid he would tell her to get an abortion again. She couldnât bear it. She needed emotional stability right now. The baby was in danger of a miscarriage at any moment. For the sake of the baby, she had to calm herself down.
âLeila?!â Theodoreâs gaze was completely focused on her, âWhatâs wrong, you two fight again?â
âIâm sorry, but can you get me something to eat? Iâm starving!â
âOh, Iâll get someone to send it over. What do you want to eat!â
âAnything, Iâm really starving!â She didnât really have an appetite to eat, but she had to eat food for the sake of the baby!
Theodore called someone to bring some porridge and warm milk; Leila began to wolf it all down. She didnât even note the taste of the food as she took it all in.
Theodore continued to look at her anxiously. He didnât know what happened, but he could sense it was serious. Leila wouldnât tell him, and he had no way to find out, but he could tell something was wrong between her and Vincent.
Theodore handed her some napkin, âLeila, rest a bit; I can let you stay here if you like. Iâve got a guest room next door. Iâm going to the office now, donât you go anywhere!â
âProfessor-â Leila said in a hurry.
âHmm?â
âDonât tell Vincent that Iâm here!â
âLeila! Can you at least tell me why?â
âDonât ask, just please!â
She had never asked this of him before; there was a tint of pain in his heart. Her miserable state now made him just want to care for her.
âAlright, I wonât say anything! Iâll be back soon, you take a rest. Youâve got bags hanging under your eyes! Iâm guessing you havenât slept in quite a while?â
âRight, thank you!â Leila was tired out. She laid down, and said to Theodore, âReally, thank you so much!â
âThink nothing of it!â Theodore shut the door; there was a glint of sadness in his eyes, mixed with worry, pain, and mainly a feeling of dejection.
Leila slept all the way until the afternoon; someone woke her up!
âWho are you? Get up!â A wide-eyed girl who looked like a mixed race stood before Leila with her hands on her waist.
âTell me, who are you, whatâs your relationship to Theodore?â
The girl spoke Chinese fluently, but she looked like a Persian!
âWho are you?â Leila asked confusedly at the woman who entered the room.
A Moment in Destiny ï¤Chapter 422 Leila Was Pregnant The convenient Bride ï¤Chapter 414: There Is Nothing Happier Than This (Ending)
Predestined Marriage ï¤Chapter 1718: The End âIâm Theodoreâs wife!â The woman continued to stare at Leila and her lips pouted, âWhy are you sleeping here at Theodoreâs apartment? Whatâs your relationship to Theodore?â
âYouâre his wife?â Leila said in shock.
âYes!â