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Chapter 6
The man who’d never bothered to make our marriage official now had the nerve to call me his wife?
I tried to smile, but the pain was so intense that it drained every ounce of strength from me.
It hit me then, with crushing regret, that I’d been the only one holding onto this marriage. Now, I was losing the child I was carrying. If only he had shown me his true self earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have clung to this for so long.
Outside the operating room, the voices were rising. For the first time ever, Theo was arguing with someone over me. “Get your hands off me! Where’s my wife? She fell here, in your hospital! Where is she?”
A nurse tried to calm him. “Sir, there’s been a mistake. The patient undergoing surgery... she’s listed as having lost her husband.”
Theo was furious. “I’m her husband! Amy London is my wife!” he shouted.
“Sir, can you please show us your marriage certificate?” came the response.
I drifted in and out of consciousness as the surgery went on. As the pain faded, memories of the past flooded back—five years ago, when Theo was still the man I thought I knew. Quiet, sincere, and full of promises.
In the beginning, his actions were full of sincerity. Everything he did felt real. Over time, our bond grew stronger, and I chose to stay in the city for him.
I remember the disappointment in my mom’s eyes when she said, “Amy, have you really thought this through? When your father and I go abroad, you’ll be alone here.”
Theo had thumped his chest in front of my parents. “Don’t worry, Aunt and Uncle. I promise I’ll make Amy happy. I’ll take care of her, even if it costs me my life. From now on, she’ll always come first.”
Fast forward to after graduation—while Theo worked to build his business, I stayed home, taking care of everything. I spent months surviving on instant noodles, saving every penny to help him launch his project. I even sent my parents photos of food delivery apps to hide the truth.
For two years, that was my life. Theo still cared for me back then. He acknowledged my sacrifices, and every holiday, he’d surprise me with small but meaningful gifts.
He promised that once his business succeeded, we’d have the wedding of my dreams. We’d register our marriage, buy a grand house, and have a family. He wanted to prove to my parents that my choice had been right.
Even though life was tough, those were the happiest days of my life.
But then Theo’s business took off, and I seemed to vanish into the background. He got busier, and my nights waiting for him grew longer. Sometimes, I’d wait up all night for a single text at dawn. Other times, there was nothing.
His excuse? “Successful men don’t revolve around their wives. It’s normal.”
His promises, once full of hope, turned to empty words. I spent five years living off those memories.
When I got pregnant, I thought maybe things would change. But his behavior only worsened. I realized how small I had become in his world, especially in front of his friends. After one too many drinks, he boasted about marrying me without spending a dime—how I cooked, cleaned, and now carried his child.
I bit my tongue and endured the ridicule from his friends. I told myself it didn’t matter, as long as he stayed. But then he brought Jenny into our lives. And that was the moment I knew—my time was up. But I couldn’t walk away. How could I? I’d given him my best years, my sacrifices, and now even my unborn child.
How could I let another woman take my place? Wear the wedding dress I’d dreamed of for five years?
So, I became the woman I hated—the bitter, angry version of myself. I confronted him, demanding to know the truth about Jenny. But whatever was left of our love faded away.
Jenny’s mocking words, and his indifference toward me, were the final straw.
Mom, I finally understand what you meant. But it’s too late.
The surgery wasn’t going smoothly.