A stranger, a pregnant woman with hypoglycemia, wanted the candy in my hand. In a moment of softness, I gave her all the mango explosion gummies I had. After eating them, she suffered a severe allergic reaction all over her body. She went into shock and miscarried. Her husband blamed it all on me and hacked me to death in a frenzy. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the pregnant woman asked me for candy. 01 "Miss, could you spare a couple of pieces of candy?" Mark hurried over to me, looking anxious. Afraid I would refuse, he grabbed my arm tightly, his face full of pleading. "My wife has low blood sugar, and I can't find anything to boost her energy right now." Unlike in my previous life, I didn't lose my ability to think upon hearing his request and dump all my candy on him. I composed myself and gently pushed his hand away. "Since your wife is pregnant, I can't just give her anything." In my past life, a moment of soft-heartedness cost me my life. This time, I wouldn't be so foolish. Hearing my words, he frowned in displeasure. "How can you be so cold-blooded? As a pregnant woman yourself, you should know how terrible hypoglycemia feels for a pregnant woman." I started to regret coming to the park alone for a walk with my big belly. In my previous life, he was capable of hacking me to death; I should have known he was a brainless and violent man. I tried to soften my tone, not daring to provoke him. "Sir, as a fellow pregnant woman, of course I understand her. But these candies are made with real fruit juice. If your wife eats them and has an allergic reaction, I can't bear that responsibility." He paused for a few seconds, seemingly finding my logic sound, and turned to leave. Moments later, the woman's irritable and unreasonable voice rang out from over there. "I want to eat her candy! Who makes candy with real fruit juice these days?" "I think she just doesn't want to give it. If I don't get that candy today, I don't want to live!" I almost vomited blood from anger. Was she trying to blackmail me? Before the man could run back and speak, I hurriedly stood up, wanting to flee the scene. They really were a match made in heaven. The man blocked my path, his skin thicker than a city wall. "Miss, just give me two pieces." "Pregnant women have strange cravings. Never mind the hypoglycemia; even without it, if she wants something, she has to have it." "If she doesn't eat it, she'll cry all night. Please." I had no intention of arguing with him. Although the internet often says pregnant women must eat whatever they crave. I thought that was mostly just talk. I didn't expect the internet to bleed into reality, meeting a real-life version of a CEO's pampered little wife. I tried to bypass him to escape. He got anxious, grabbing my arm and begging incessantly. "I beg you, even just one piece is fine." "Please help me, I don't want to disappoint my wife." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman, who was just barking orders with full strength, now leaning against the park bench pretending to be weak. My head throbbed. "I said, I won't give it." "With the time you spent arguing with me, you could have gone to the supermarket and bought some for her." His face darkened, and he flung my hand away angrily. "Asking for just one piece of candy, look at how stingy you are." "Bad luck." I had explained the risks to him, yet he remained obstinate. Didn't he know his wife had allergies?! "I'll say it one last time, I won't give it." "I'm pregnant too. In broad daylight, try touching me again?!" He huffed coldly, glared at me, and turned to comfort his little wife. Afraid of collateral damage, I found a bench far away from them to sit and wait for my husband to pick me up. The look Mark gave me at the end scared me a little. I was afraid of accidents. I could only sit in a crowded place, daring not to be alone. The uncles and aunties exercising nearby were making snide remarks while working out. Completely disregarding whether I could hear them. "Oh my, lived this long and never seen someone so stingy." "Exactly. If you don't want to give, just say so. Making up excuses about allergies, hilarious." I found it hilarious too. Truly, it's easy to judge when it's not your problem. In my previous life, after Chloe ate the candy, she started breaking out in rashes. Mark grabbed my arm relentlessly. Forcing me to give my phone number and home address. I looked pleadingly at the surrounding uncles and aunties. But they stood far away, scolding me for deserving it. Scolding me for being careless enough to give strangers food. Truly gossipy and hypocritical. I rolled my eyes and said loudly and sarcastically. "Oh my, I am stingy." "If you aren't stingy, why don't you buy some candy and send it over to her?" 02 Mark had no choice but to run off alone to buy candy. Chloe had severe allergies. I wanted to see if they would stab themselves if they ate the candy and caused the reaction themselves. Bursting with curiosity, I sat at a distance that was neither too far nor too close to eavesdrop. Chloe took a call, thinking no one was around, and didn't lower her voice. "He's not falling for it." "How should I know what's going on!" "If I don't abort this child soon, I'll be exposed." "Don't look at how well he treats me; when he gets angry, he turns into a different person." Whoa! Shocking secret. Turns out, the child isn't Mark's. So in my previous life, I was just a scapegoat? No wonder she insisted on eating my candy even knowing she was allergic. Thinking of this, my chest tightened. Scumbag man and woman. Having an affair and getting pregnant unexpectedly, implicating an innocent person like me. How is this different from a scam?! Before long, Mark returned. Sweating profusely, he humbly begged for Chloe's forgiveness. "Sorry, wifey, I couldn't find that brand. Just make do with this for now, and I'll look in other supermarkets later." Chloe slapped the candy out of Mark's hand. "What can you do right? I'm not eating!" With that, she stomped angrily towards the park exit. Mark smiled apologetically, not angry at all, but protecting her spinelessly. I looked at the glowing green hat atop his head (a metaphor for being cuckolded) and chose to keep my mouth shut. These two were too weird; I didn't want to invite trouble. My husband drove to pick me up. Just as I sat in the car ready to share this bizarre gossip, I didn't expect him to stop the car at the park exit and roll down the window. He called out to Chloe and Mark standing by the road. "Are you heading back to Bliss Gardens too?" Chloe nodded excitedly. "Hop in, we're heading home too. We can give you a ride." I felt a heart attack coming on and glared at my husband in depression. My husband is great in every way, except he's a boundary-less pushover. Chloe didn't hesitate, excitedly pulling Mark into the car. "Thanks, bro." Mark patted my husband's shoulder with an honest face. "But how did you know we live in Bliss Gardens?" My husband smiled gently: "I've seen you in the complex many times. Quite fateful." I'm a bit face-blind; I had no idea we lived in the same complex. Although I avoided the risk this time. I still felt uncomfortable. Subconsciously wanting to stay away from them, lest I get splattered with blood when things go south. Chloe blushed shyly and thanked my husband. Then she opened her mouth to mock me sarcastically: "Didn't expect a generous man like brother Luke to marry such a stingy wife." "Just now I had low blood sugar and asked her for a candy, but she wouldn't give it." After speaking, she gave me a reproachful look. My husband was surprised upon hearing this, then touched my head dotingly and explained: "I know the candy you're talking about; it's my wife's favorite." "Usually she won't even give me any." Chloe was a bit unhappy; she leaned heavily back into the seat. "Is that so." "Quite a strange temper." I rolled my eyes internally. Trying to calm my mood. The green-hatted man kept smiling at his little wife, completely unaware of how rude his wife's words were. Finally, when getting off the car, Chloe took out her phone with a shy face. "Brother Luke, let's exchange contacts." "You're such a good person; let's hang out more in the future." My heart tightened. I pressed down on my husband's hand holding the phone: "Sorry, it's inconvenient." Chloe scoffed and ignored me. Still using a baby voice, she said to my husband: "Brother Luke, we're neighbors. Your wife is a bit too stingy." "Watching you so closely, does she not trust you?" My husband smiled and pulled my hand away: "How could that be? My wife is usually very understanding." Mark sat next to them like a corpse, watching his wife flirt with another man right in front of him. No wonder he got cheated on. Simply ridiculous!! 03 Back home, I had a big fight with Luke. "What do you mean? She was being sarcastic right to my face, and you just listened without standing up for me." Luke hugged me with a grin. "Good wifey, she asked, so I couldn't just reject her and make her lose face, right?" "Besides, it's just adding a contact. Her husband didn't say anything; you're just too sensitive." What did I hear? I'm sensitive? I always thought he was just a pushover. I didn't expect him to be such a clueless fool. I pushed him away angrily. "Get lost, you clueless idiot." I hid in the room, crying sadly. Because my husband was a pushover, I argued with him countless times. But besides this, he had always been good to me. I kept comforting myself internally. Chloe is a pregnant woman; no matter how flirtatious she is, Luke shouldn't fall for it, right? Days of worry made my stomach uncomfortable. I canceled the check-up scheduled for two days later and moved it to today. When I arrived, there was someone inside. I stood at the clinic door waiting boredly. The doctor's voice came from inside. "I told you last time, her body can't handle a medical abortion; she needs surgery." "You always say there are difficulties, but no difficulty is more important than health." "You've come for consultation so many times, and I've said it many times. If you decide, I'll schedule the surgery. It'll be impossible when the pregnancy progresses further." My gossip soul ignited, and I stretched my neck to hear clearly. A man's voice came from inside. "We understand. It's mainly because we don't have the conditions right now. We'll think about it." Why does this voice sound so familiar? Not sure, let me listen again. But the man didn't speak again. The sound of a chair dragging came from inside. My heart tightened, and I ghost-like hid around the corner. A moment later, the people inside came out. I saw my husband and Chloe walking out of the clinic arm in arm, smiling. 04 My heart trembled. The huge shock made me unable to stand steady. I took a few deep breaths, leaning tightly against the wall to avoid falling. My nose stung. Turns out they had hooked up long ago. Was their behavior in the car that day all an act for me? And the candy-begging in the park. Turns out they started plotting early on, wanting to frame me. But why would they do this? I was confused. I tried to move to the nearby chair several times, but my legs were too weak to move. Finally, a passing kind nurse helped me to the chair. I wiped the tears that had long burst the dam. Vowing to find out the truth.
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