After My Miscarriage, I Got a Call from My Husband
In the video, Andrew from five years ago, with a trembling and excited voice, proposed to me, asking if I would marry him.
After marrying him, he would skip our anniversary for his first love, Tessa Stevens, during her period.
He would leave me, passed out from appendicitis pain, on the highway for Tessa's minor cold.
He even forced me to go bungee jumping to vent for Tessa, causing my miscarriage.
So I shook my head, my tone indifferent. "I don't want to."
*****
"Violet, using menstrual blood to fake a miscarriage? You're disgusting."
On the other end of the line, Andrew mocked coldly, "I suggest you drop those petty schemes for attention. Tessa is pure-hearted. If you dare pull this again, we'll get a divorce."
He finished speaking and hung up harshly.
I opened my mouth but couldn't say a word.
A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. I instinctively reached out, but touching my flat stomach, I couldn't stop the sting in my nose.
Three hours ago, there was a living little life here.
Because I refused to give the design I worked on for half a month to Tessa for the competition, Andrew ignored my cries and struggles and forced me, who has severe acrophobia, to go bungee jumping just to vent for Tessa.
After being rescued by the staff, my lower abdomen started to hurt, and blood had already soaked through my skirt.
But Andrew didn’t even glance at me, carrying the fainted Tessa and walking away.
He killed my child with his own hands and completely destroyed my love for him.
After reviewing the final clause of the divorce agreement, I sent it to the lawyer.
Just as I was about to get up, my previously black screen phone lit up again—it was a video call from Andrew.
With the intention of discussing divorce matters, I answered the call.
A five-years-younger Andrew appeared on the video screen, with a proposal flower wall behind him.
His eyes were red, and he choked up as he asked me, "Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?"
Looking at my still-living parents in the video background, I felt a wave of dizziness and almost clenched my teeth in hatred.
Andrew deliberately targeted my pain.
To provoke me, he actually dug out the recordings from that time.
I said coldly, "Andrew, this joke isn't funny."
Andrew's face turned pale instantly, and he said lines that weren't in the recording. "What joke? Violet, didn't you promise me that if I got the company on track at 25, you'd marry me?"
As he spoke, he revealed the white rose-shaped tattoo on his wrist.
The sarcasm I was about to say got stuck in my throat.
A strange thought popped into my mind.
This might really be the 25-year-old Andrew who still loves me.
Because in the second year after our marriage, Andrew removed this tattoo and replaced it with a French phrase: "To my one and only in this life, Tessa."
*****
Five years ago, Andrew loved me madly.
He was a poor student sponsored by our family, hardworking and ambitious.
When he pursued me, he didn't know I was a rich girl.
After meeting each other's parents, he knelt before my mom and dad, thanking them for letting their daughter marry him and promising to make me the happiest woman after marriage.
This proposal was also because, during my studies abroad, I was surrounded by many peers from wealthy families.
Andrew was insanely jealous.
Right after closing a million-dollar deal at the company, he couldn't wait to propose to me over video.
At that time, I was abroad, crying in front of the camera as I said yes.
However, six months later, I graduated and returned home for the wedding.
A year later, Tessa appeared as a new designer at the onboarding presentation of Andrew's subsidiary.
Two years later, he argued with me for the 160th time because of her.
Three years later, he bought her a villa in the city center.
Four years later, Tessa accused me of giving her infertility drugs. Andrew didn’t believe my explanation and, to retaliate, took a multimillion-dollar order from Locke Group. Locke Group went completely bankrupt, and my parents eventually jumped to their deaths.
Five years later, Andrew used money to elevate Tessa to become the hottest top designer in the country and personally backed her, accusing my portfolio of being a complete copy of Tessa's. Since then, I was blacklisted in the design industry.
And today, I lost my only child.
*****
Andrew's love is the most delicious poison I've ever tasted in my life.
Now my soul is already riddled with scars.
If I had another chance, I wouldn't want Andrew anymore.
"Don't stay silent, I'm really scared. Wait for me, I'll book a flight to find you right now." 25-year-old Andrew was frantic.
I just looked at him and smiled faintly.
I said, "Andrew, can you ask me one more time?"
Andrew burst into tears of joy. "Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?"
In his expectant gaze, I raised the iPad towards the camera, showing hundreds of intimate photos of him at 30 with Tessa.
Then, I shook my head, my tone indifferent. "I don't want to."
"25-year-old Andrew, I am 30-year-old Violet. You may not want to believe it, but the truth is, I am planning to divorce 30-year-old you."
"Because you didn't keep the vows you made at our wedding. You let me down for another woman."
Hearing this, the light in 25-year-old Andrew's eyes gradually faded.
A few seconds later, 25-year-old Andrew tightened his face and shook his head. "I don't believe it, you're lying to me."
I let out a soft laugh.
If it were the 25-year-old me, I probably wouldn't believe it either.
"You will believe it," I said calmly.
At this moment, 30-year-old Andrew pushed the door open and walked in.
He glanced around suspiciously. "Who are you talking to?"
I looked away, my tone indifferent. "I'm handing over work to a colleague."
Since Andrew accused me of plagiarizing Tessa's design, I was fired by the company.
He coughed awkwardly and handed over the cake he was holding, his tone softening unconsciously. "This is from Tessa. She said girls feel better during their period if they eat something sweet."
I neither moved nor accepted it.
A low murmur came through the earphones, "How could he forget? Sweet food only makes Violet's period pain worse."
Andrew in front of me had already opened the cake box, revealing a taro mousse cake filled with mango chunks.
He shoved the fork into my hand and urged, "Hurry up and eat. Tessa was so worried about you that she didn’t even eat properly today."
I held the fork, expressionless, and spoke at the same time as the voice in the earphones, "I'm allergic to mangoes and hate taro the most."
Andrew froze, looking a bit flustered and angry.
He scowled. "Whatever, you're already a 30-year-old woman and still this picky."
At that moment, Tessa called, and his expression instantly softened with affection. "Be good, wait for me."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
An hour later, I saw the photo Tessa posted on Instagram.
At the racetrack, she held the championship trophy, sitting in Andrew's arms, smiling freely.
Her caption read: [He said, both he and the championship trophy belong to me.]
I gave it a like.
A muffled voice came through the headphones. "Violet, why aren't you angry?"
I didn’t answer, picked up the cake on the table, and threw it straight into the trash. But I still had an allergic reaction.
Late at night, my whole body started itching.
The allergy medicine at home was gone, so I had to take a cab to the hospital, only to run into Andrew.
He frowned and asked me, "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"
I unlocked my phone and realized he had sent over a dozen messages after I liked the post, explaining that Tessa only made that post because she lost a game.
What a lousy lie.
I couldn't be bothered to expose him, so I casually brushed it off, "I fell asleep and didn't see it."
He stared at the redness on my cheek, seemingly worried. "Didn't you skip the cake? How did you get an allergic reaction?"
The doctor behind me explained, "Being in the same air as the allergen can also cause a reaction."
Andrew instinctively rubbed his fingers, seeming like he wanted to say something, but then Tessa's soft call came from the ward behind, "Andrew?"
Andrew immediately left me and went inside.
I scoffed at myself, grabbed the medicine, and turned to leave.
Downstairs, I ran into a heavy rainstorm and couldn't get a cab.
Andrew pulled up beside me in his car.
Tessa was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing the jacket I bought for Andrew as his 24th birthday gift.
In my earphones came a gritted voice, "He's a jerk!"
I found it noisy and casually turned down the volume.
Tessa leaned out, looking surprised. "Violet? Why didn’t you let Andrew drive you to the hospital? I just have a slight cough, and he insisted on coming with me for a checkup."
She pouted playfully and looked at Andrew. "I already told you I'm fine."
Andrew gently pinched her nose. "You're about to join the international designer competition; you can't afford to have any health issues."
Then he glanced at me and said curtly, "Stop being dramatic. Get in the car."
It's late at night and hard to get a cab, so I nodded, opened the car door, and got into the back seat, only to find a pair of black lace panties.
"Ah! How did this get here?" Tessa's face turned red as she grabbed it, then pinched Andrew's waist hard and whispered, "Didn't you say you put it away?"
She blamed him with her words, but her eyes fixed on me, full of provocation and pride.
Andrew seemed flustered for a moment when he saw the panties, then took them and casually tossed them into the glove compartment.
Tessa then remembered to explain to me, "Violet, don't overthink it. I had an urgent interview tonight and was in such a rush changing that I accidentally left it behind."
I nodded calmly. "Mm, I understand."
Andrew didn't expect me to accept such a flawed excuse so calmly.
With my usual temper, I would have already had a big fight with him.
He carefully added, "Tessa did have an interview today."
"No need to explain. I understand," I interrupted, signaling him to relax.
Andrew got angry.
After dropping me off downstairs, he drove away with Tessa at full speed.
On my way upstairs, the silent headphones suddenly spoke again, "I've never liked Tessa, so why does that jerk treat her like a treasure?"
I chuckled, "Because you said Tessa is clean and pure, unlike me and my parents, full of rich people's arrogance."
In the headphones, 25-year-old Andrew stayed silent for a long time before finally cursing fiercely, "That's all bullshit."
If my parents were greedy merchants, Andrew wouldn't have been able to marry me in the first place.
It's all just an excuse he made for his betrayal.
"So, give up proposing to me," I said softly. "Are you wondering why 30-year-old Andrew dares to bully me like this? Because Locke Group went bankrupt, and my parents were driven to death by him."
I slowly unfolded the abortion surgery form and continued, "I'm not on my period today; I had a miscarriage because he forced me to go bungee jumping."
Andrew went offline in the headset, like a deserter.
I thought everything would end there, but to my surprise, I woke up the next day to find myself trending.
The trending topic was "Andrew will always only love Violet."
All my friends came to congratulate me, saying Andrew had finally changed his mind and I could be at ease.
But my heart sank to the bottom.
Because 25-year-old Andrew came online.
He laughed smugly through the headphones, "Honey, did you see the trending topic I booked?"
"You think this can change everything?" I responded coldly, "You'll see the consequences soon."
Within ten minutes, that trending topic was forcibly removed.
Replacing it was a brand-new entry, "Andrew and Tessa are true love."
Meanwhile, my phone was almost blown up by Andrew's calls.
It wasn't until I held the divorce papers and arrived downstairs at his company that I finally pressed the answer button.
On the other end of the line, he started yelling furiously, "Violet! Don't you think playing these tricks is disgusting? You know Tessa is in the prime of her career, yet you smear her? How could there be such a filthy, shameless woman like you! Let me tell you, if you keep this nonsense up, let's just get a divorce!"
This is the sentence I was waiting for. Afraid he might change his mind, I quickly said, "Alright, I'm downstairs at your company. Let's get a divorce."
*****
I waited for him in the café downstairs. What I got instead was his sudden, furious outburst. "Violet, you're truly despicable!"
He stormed in, in front of all the customers, and kicked me hard in the stomach. As I was in so much pain I nearly passed out, he grabbed my hair and yanked me up.
He played Tessa's newly sent voice message right by my ear. "Andrew, Max was stolen by Violet. There's so much blood and dog fur on the ground. I'm so scared. Max was a keepsake from my grandma. I'm willing to apologize to Violet. Please, I beg you, ask her to return Max to me, okay?"
A metallic taste filled my throat as I weakly explained, "I didn't steal her dog."
What I got in return was an even angrier slap from Andrew.
He pointed at me and roared, "Tessa is so kind, would she lie? You've done everything to bully and hurt her, and now you're pretending to want a divorce from me? A gold-digger like you, would you really leave me?"
My cheek swelled up badly from the slap.
A guest wanted to step in and stop him, but Andrew picked up a cup of scalding coffee and poured it over my head.
As I screamed in pain, he told the others, "She's a mistress, not only seducing me but also stealing my lover's dog."
His confident tone drew the sympathy of others in the café.
"So she's a shameless mistress. Serves her right!"
"Slut! Beat her to death! Better strip her clothes off and throw her out!"
*****
In the headphones, Andrew went crazy, shouting shakily, "Impossible, it shouldn't be like this. Violet, run!"
I turned in pain, trying to escape, but was firmly pinned down by the bodyguards he brought.
He said, "You're not leaving until you tell me where Tessa's dog is."
After he finished speaking, I was roughly shoved into the car by the bodyguards.
The vehicle eventually stopped at the cemetery.
Andrew grabbed my hair, forcing me to kneel on the ground. Not far away, an excavator was parked beside my parents' tombstone.
My eyes were red. "I didn't steal the dog!"
Tessa appeared in a white dress, tears in her eyes.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement, but she pretended to look pitiful. "Violet, please tell me where Max is, okay?"
She cried so hard she almost fainted in Andrew's arms, but the corners of her mouth curved in triumph.
She knew I couldn't possibly give an answer.
Andrew's eyes darkened as he snarled, "This is the price for hurting Tessa. Start digging!"
"No!" I struggled desperately, screaming at Andrew, "I really don't know where her dog went, it wasn't me."
"Still not talking?" Andrew's face turned completely dark as he stared at my hands, saying word by word, "Since it was these filthy hands of yours, then let's ruin them."
A chill instantly ran through my entire body.
If my hands are ruined, I'll never be able to hold a paintbrush again.
My hands were pinned by the security guards as Andrew raised the knife at me with a vicious expression.
In the headphones, 25-year-old Andrew completely broke down. "Violet, I was wrong. I shouldn't have proposed to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, everything around instantly changed dramatically.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the Locke Manor.
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