I am the female lead. Yet, I had a past romance with the villain and even bore him a child. After the male lead appeared, the system wiped my memories, faked my death, changed my appearance, and forcibly removed me from the villain's side. But barely two years later, I crossed paths with the widowed villain holding a child at a banquet. Meeting the villain's cold, distant gaze, I inexplicably stared at them with reddened eyes. Comments floated across my vision at that moment— [Wait... isn't the villain supposed to be gloomy and cold-blooded?] [Since when did he have a kid?] [He treats the kid like his life, won't even let others look.] [Is this kid his? Who gave birth to it? Who dared to?] [Wait, why is our female lead staring at the villain like that!] 1 Half a year after marrying Julian Sterling, I still flinched at his touch. On a Saturday night, he blocked me at the bedroom door again. "I've given you six months to adjust. Are you still unwilling to share a room with me?" Julian was handsome, wealthy, and my childhood sweetheart whom I knew inside out. Even now, his voice remained exceptionally gentle. But meeting his serious gaze, I instinctively took a step back. "I'm sorry—" This was the phrase I said most to Julian in our six months of marriage. As expected, Julian closed his eyes briefly. He whispered, "You know that's not what I want to hear." He looked at me again. "You have to give me a reason." I avoided his gaze, staring at the pattern of the floor tiles. "I might... still need some time." 2 Four years ago, I went abroad to study. On my return trip, I was in a plane crash. I was in a coma for a whole year. Julian never left my side. So as soon as I woke up, I was rushed into marrying him. In the six months since our marriage, Julian treated me with the utmost care. We had a shared history. Everyone told me he loved me. Everyone took it for granted that I loved him deeply too. They said Julian was the only man in my long life. Our marriage was the envy of countless people. I leaned against the headboard, looking at the cold crescent moon outside the window, unconsciously touching my heart. But inside, there was always a heavy emptiness. Since opening my eyes in that hospital bed six months ago, I felt I had lost something very important. But no matter how hard I thought or tried to recall, I didn't know what I had lost. 3 Julian left in anger again. He would suppress his temper and not show it in front of me. But behind my back, he often drank himself into a stupor late at night. His assistant called me, stammering that Julian was drunk again and didn't recognize anyone. Said they couldn't move him. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Sterling has a meeting tomorrow morning... Madam, what do you think?" I sighed softly. "Give me the address. I'll come right over." After parking in the underground garage downtown, I checked the club's address again before opening the door to get out. As soon as I stepped out, I noticed a gaze lingering on me. I instinctively looked towards the source and met the eyes of a little boy, about two or three years old. Opposite my parking spot was a low-key black luxury van. The boy was cleanly dressed with a beautiful face. He was leaning on the half-open car door, staring at me. He seemed curious, tilting his head slightly to look at my face. The gaze was innocent, direct, and soft. 4 My footsteps paused. A strange parking lot late at night, a tender child. I instinctively wanted to move towards him, even wanted to pick him up. But before I could act, a bodyguard in black got out of the half-open door. The bodyguard gave me a wary look, then quickly picked the little boy up and put him back in the car. The door closed tight. I only heard the child's indistinct voice: "...Where's Daddy?" Then the bodyguard's low response: "Mr. Thorne will be down soon." I couldn't hear anything else. 5 As I left, I felt an inexplicable reluctance. I even looked back at the van, only to meet the driver's warning gaze through the windshield. The driver had muscular arms and looked fierce. It seemed if I looked one more time, he would get out and deal with me. They guarded that child tightly and strictly, not even allowing others a glance. This must be an order from the boy's parents. They treasured him too much to be so sensitively defensive. I finally withdrew my gaze and walked slowly out of this quiet underground parking lot. 6 On the weekend, Julian took me to his parents' house for dinner. He was the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. Even after marriage, he often took me to visit both sets of parents. At the dinner table, my mom intentionally mentioned the neighbor's little granddaughter. Her hint was too obvious. She said I was already twenty-six and couldn't delay any longer. Julian smoothed things over for me. I stared at the plate in front of me, dazing. A pair of black, bright, child's eyes abruptly appeared in my mind. I often thought of the child I met in the parking lot that night. Perhaps he was too beautiful. Perhaps his gaze was too serious. I even dreamed of him occasionally at night. A hand suddenly rested intimately on my right shoulder. I snapped back to reality, looking into Julian's smiling eyes. I didn't hear what he said, but he was clearly waiting for my answer. Julian tilted his head slightly, looking at me. His gaze was focused, containing only me. But I dared not look at such eyes more and more. I dared not meet his gaze. So I turned my head, pushed the bowl and chopsticks away, and stood up. "I'm full." Julian's hand dropped from my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lightly clench his empty palm. Going upstairs, I heard my mom complaining to Julian behind me. She said my personality had completely changed since waking up from that accident. Then came Julian's faint explanation: "Maybe she was traumatized then."
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