On New Year's Eve of our third year of marriage, my CEO husband took me back to his family estate for dinner. At the dinner table, I and his foster sister, who was pregnant out of wedlock, both set our eyes on a bowl of Tiramisu. I prefer savory, but she likes sweet. (Note: Changed Tiramisu context slightly, or maybe use "last piece of dessert" generally, but keeping "Tiramisu" as the specific trigger). Let's say it was a special Soufflé limited edition. Husband hesitated, then gave that bowl to his foster sister. That night, I didn't argue or make a scene. Until I returned home, I proposed divorce to him three times in a row. My CEO husband finally felt something was wrong. He realized and asked me. "Just a bowl of dessert, is it worth you making a scene?" I stroked my three-month pregnant belly, nodded calmly. "Yes, just a bowl of dessert, why only give to your foster sister, not to me?" One sentence, made my husband stunned on the spot. Chapter 1 He remembered the night three days ago. At the Sterling Estate reunion dinner table, finally served a bowl of handmade Soufflé, which was specially ordered by Grandma Sterling to nourish the "pregnant woman". Serena stared eagerly at that bowl, muttered in a low voice: "If only it was extra sweet, I crave sugar." Harrison Sterling almost didn't hesitate, directly moved that bowl to Serena, tone gentle enough to drip water: "Serena wants sweet? You cushion your stomach with this first, I'll have someone make more." Serena smiled like a successful fox, but her eyes looked at my showing belly, mouth saying softly: "Then what about Sister-in-law? That was specially saved by Grandma for her." Harrison didn't even look back, casually clipped a piece of cold rib for me: "Your Sister-in-law is generous, doesn't lack this bite. Her appetite is good, eats anything." At that moment, I heard the sound of something completely snapping in my heart. Coming back to senses, looking at Harrison dazed in front of me, I stood up. "Harrison, that's not a problem of dessert." I stood up, went to the foyer to pick up the suitcase packed long ago. "Serena wants the whole world, you can give. That's your freedom, also your Sterling family tradition. But you can't always snatch things from my bowl to fulfill her grievance." Hearing my words, he stood up fiercely to stop me, tone impatient. "I say again, Serena's mom died early, she lived under others' roof for so many years, mind sensitive. You are Mrs. Sterling, what's wrong with yielding to her a bit? Such small matter also needs to be brought up, Scarlett, when did you become so mean?" He walked towards me, wanting to reach out and pull my arm. I dodged sideways. "Harrison, do you know what disgusts me most?" I looked straight into his eyes, saying word by word. "Is your taken-for-granted sacrifice. You sacrifice my emotions, sacrifice my dignity, to feed that 'weak' parasite. Here with you, whoever is sensible should suffer, whoever is strong should take anger. Such days, I had enough." He stunned, hand suspended in mid-air, face iron green. "You want to go?" He sneered, tone carrying threat. "Scarlett, without Sterling Group's support for that bid of Lin Real Estate, can your brother hold up? If you step out of this door today, don't expect I will pick you up." "No need to pick, see you at City Hall." I dragged the suitcase walking out. Sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the floor appeared exceptionally harsh in the quiet living room. When walking to the door, I stopped, hand subconsciously covered lower abdomen. There breeding a new life, less than three months, just a small embryo. Harrison thought I regretted, tone softened a bit: "Put down the suitcase. Tomorrow I accompany you to buy that set of Red Diamonds you looked at for a long time, this matter counts as turned over." I didn't look back, just back to him, laughed softly. "Harrison, do you think I lack that diamond?" I pulled open the gate. New Year's cold wind instantly poured in, blowing my coat rattling. "Scarlett!" He roared behind. I didn't answer, plunged into the cold rain of winter night without looking back. Chapter 2 Moved into best friend Zoe's studio apartment, it was already 1 AM. Zoe wearing pajamas, dumbfounded looking at the huge suitcase behind me, then looked at my pale face, half a day popped a sentence: "Really divorcing?" "Really divorcing." I changed slippers, whole person sank into soft sofa, let out a long breath. "Then Harrison knows..." She stared at my belly, hesitating to speak. "He doesn't need to know." I closed eyes, put hands in pockets. That night, I slept exceptionally heavy. But early next morning, harsh doorbell woke up my morning. I opened door, saw not Harrison, but Mrs. Sterling. She wore an exquisite dark purple dress, followed by two black-clothed bodyguards, standing gloomily in the narrow corridor. "Scarlett, is this your Lin family's upbringing?" Her first sentence opening mouth, carried a knife. I leaned on door frame, didn't even plan to invite her in. "Mrs. Sterling, any advice?" "Serena moved fetal gas last night, kept calling your name." Mrs. Sterling sneered, eyes full of contempt, "Harrison threw a tantrum because of you, hasn't gone to company till now. You go back with me now, apologize to Serena, I can not count this with Lin family." Listening to this absurd request, I suddenly wanted to laugh. "She moved fetal gas, because I didn't feed that bowl of dessert into her mouth?" I straightened body, eyes turned cold. "If so, then you should hire a nanny, not find me. Also, I already drafted divorce agreement, trouble you tell Harrison, move faster." Mrs. Sterling's face instantly became extremely ugly, she raised hand, fingertips trembling pointing at me. "Are you crazy? For that little matter, you don't even want position of Mrs. Sterling?" "Yes, I dislike that position... too dirty." I was about to close door, bodyguard behind Mrs. Sterling suddenly stepped forward, blocked door crack with body. Meanwhile, elevator door at end of corridor opened. Harrison walked out with gloomy face, hand clutching an opened kraft paper bag. He strode to me, smashed papers inside on my face. That was my Pregnancy Test Report. "Scarlett, pregnant with my seed still want run?" He stared at me gritting teeth, bottom of eyes flashed a trace of near crazy hostility, "Do you think you can run away?" Chapter 3 "Mom, you go back first." Harrison's voice hoarse badly, eyes like nails pinned on me. "Harrison, look at her like what..." "I said, go back!" Harrison suddenly raised voice, Mrs. Sterling was startled, resentfully took people away. Room fell into deathly silence. Harrison walked to me step by step, smashed that stack of papers heavily on coffee table. That was file he retrieved from private hospital, top page, boldly printed gestational weeks and values. "Pregnant two months." He bent down, hands supported on sofa armrests, whole person like a mountain about to collapse, shrouding me in shadow. "Scarlett, you grew ability. Pregnant with Sterling family seed, you dare mention divorce?" I looked at that pregnancy test, heart surprisingly calm. "This child surname Lin." I pushed his shoulder stood up, looking straight into his bloodshot eyes. "Start from last night when you handed that bowl of dessert to Serena, he has nothing to do with you." Harrison breathing became rapid, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, force big like wanting to crush bone. "Scarlett, you think I didn't sign divorce agreement, you can run away? Go back with me, go now!" He pulled hard, I didn't stand firm, waist hit heavily on marble countertop. A burst of sharp stabbing pain instantly spread from abdomen. My face white, cold sweat swooshed out, subconsciously bent waist. "Let go..." I gritted teeth, palm dead supporting belly, vision getting darker. Harrison hadn't detected wrong yet, just about to continue flaring up, but at moment lowering head, whole person thoroughly froze. A touch of bright red blood color, was silently soaking on white carpet along edge of my pajama pants. Woke up again, was in hospital. Harrison just pushed door in, seeing me awake, eyes faintly showed guilt. He carried my previously favorite cake, stood by sickbed. "Scarlett, I didn't know..." If changed to three months ago, I might be moved by his look. But now, I moved fingers. "Mr. Sterling, giving gifts costs money not heart. If you really feel owe, sign on divorce agreement, that is really giving me 'face'." Harrison's face instantly sank. He was about to speak, phone in pocket suddenly vibrated crazily. He looked at screen, brows subconsciously tightened, but didn't answer. Ringtone stubbornly rang, appearing exceptionally harsh in quiet living room. Second time, third time. "Answer it." I smiled, hand picked up nail file aside, "In case Serena scared excessive again?" Harrison hesitated two seconds, still slid to answer key in front of me. "Brother Harrison... my stomach hurts so much..." Serena's voice leaked from receiver, carrying tremor, and background noisy hospital broadcast sound, "Doctor said... said situation not too good... I so scared..." I watched Harrison's expression, from original awkwardness rapidly switched to anxiety. His originally straight spine slightly leaned forward, that's posture ready to sprint anytime. "Which hospital?" He asked while already turning to walk towards door. "Let nurse take you to VIP room first, I arrive immediately." He walked to door, hand on doorknob only remembered I still in room. He looked back at me. "Scarlett, I go go back back, she prenatal check uncomfortable." Door closed. Before he finished, I already heard elevator descending prompt tone. I sat on sickbed, looking at that cake, backhand booked abortion surgery. Chapter 4 10 PM, I scrolled to Serena's post. In photo is a fair slender hand, back of hand pasted hemostatic patch after infusion, background is Sterling Estate unique agarwood table. On table placed a bowl of steaming tonic, caption is: "Even busy again, will rush back late night to send this mouthful of warmth. With you, I not afraid." Although didn't mention name, but pattern of that bowl of tonic, exactly same as the set I used in Sterling family before. Below many so-called "Socialite Circle" sisters liking and watching, someone asked sarcastically: "Isn't this Sister-in-law's exclusive set of official kiln? How Sister Serena also used?" I sat on bed, stared at that photo for three seconds. Then, I raised fingertip, properly liked this post, and replied a sentence: "Tonic nice, looks like Mr. Sterling very attentive. Wish you hundred years good harmony, early birth noble son." Message just sent half minute, my phone almost bombed paralyzed by private chats from all roads. That bit of messy matter originally hidden under water, by my hand of "generous" like, directly tore off last fig leaf. Harrison phone called in ten minutes later. Just connected, his roar penetrated eardrum: "Scarlett, what nonsense you making? Delete comment immediately!" "I am sending blessing ah, Mr. Sterling." I took phone further away, tone brisk like chatting what to eat tomorrow. "What, could it be one in Serena belly, isn't the 'dignity' you always waiting for?" "You—" "Don't rush, tomorrow charity banquet, we still have to show face together." I interrupted him, directly hung up phone. Next day, when charity banquet ended, rain outside falling like someone poked a hole in sky. Serena carrying her fishtail skirt full of broken diamonds, stood at hall entrance weak like wind can blow down. Harrison exchanging pleasantries with few real estate big shots, eyes however glanced at her from time to time. "Sister-in-law, Brother Harrison said rain big, let me hitch your car back." Serena walked over, smiling harmlessly, voice thin enough to pinch out water, "You don't mind right?" I calmly pulled open car door, sat straight in. Serena consciously drilled into passenger seat, car cabin instantly filled with that cloying perfume smell on her body. Car drove out parking lot, wiper swinging crazily, vision still blurred. Serena stared at phone, suddenly laughed once: "Sister-in-law, your like last night, made Brother Harrison vent a good fire at me, said I shouldn't post randomly. Actually I wasn't intentional either, just felt that tonic soup tasty..." "Focus sit your car." I interrupted her, leaned on back seat closing eyes rest mind. Just at this time, harsh braking sound without warning tore open rain curtain. A out-of-control dump truck behind bumped up like crazy cow. Violent impact force instantly pushed our car towards guardrail. Sound of metal twisting, glass shattering, and Serena that sharp scream, all mixed together. I felt seatbelt fiercely strangled into flesh, lower abdomen a burst of heart-drilling colic. Don't know how long passed, car door crazily pried by someone from outside. It's Harrison. His car always followed behind. He face full blood, hand shaking not shape, first tore open passenger seat twisted door. Serena protected by airbag, but forehead broke, holding belly crying loud: "Brother Harrison... my child... save our child..." Moment Harrison hugged her out, gaze met me in back seat. I also looking at him. My half body stuck in seat, cold sweat flowing down temples, that warm, sticky liquid at leg root flowing out along ankle. Harrison hand froze half second in air. "Scarlett, you wait me, I put her down first, doctor arrive immediately..." His voice trembling, but still picked up Serena, turned rushed to ambulance already arrived. Serena lay on his shoulder, across rain curtain, gave me a look of holding victory ticket. That moment, my heart thoroughly cold. I gritted teeth, used all strength pushed open already loose car door, hand supporting cold floor, crawled out bit by bit. Rain mixed with blood haloed on ground, red to black. Passing medical staff rushed to support me, I waved away their hands, from carry-on bag fished out that crumpled divorce agreement. That was thrown on table by Harrison last night, I smoothly stuffed into bag. Ambulance blue light swayed my eyes painful. Harrison settled Serena, ran towards me face full panic. "Scarlett! You don't move! I take you on car now!" I paralyzed in rain, looking at his look of wishing pain for me, only felt funny. I didn't speak, just tremblingly extended right hand, fiercely wiped on my bleeding thigh. Bright red fingerprint, heavily pressed beside male signature on agreement. "Harrison, no need choose." I threw that blood stained paper at his feet, voice hoarse unlike words. "Place beside you too crowded, I not staying." I supported last breath got on another ambulance. Second before door closed, I saw Harrison pick up that paper, whole person face pale.
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