He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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Once I'd calmed down a bit, I walked straight into the hospital.
The doctor was shocked when I said I wanted an abortion, especially since he knew how much I'd wanted this baby.
I didn't bother explaining, just gave him a bitter smile. "Let's just get it done."
The feeling of life leaving my body is something I'll never forget.
I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks.
A memory flashed before me—the moment Ryan found out I was pregnant.
It was a rare sunny winter's day, and I'd rushed straight to his office with the test results, waiting outside the conference room.
When everyone filed out, my eyes locked onto him—the tall man leading the pack.
I couldn't help myself—I blurted out the news right there in front of everyone.
What was his expression like? I can't quite remember.
All I know is that this usually composed, reserved man picked me up and spun me around right there in front of all his employees.
Pure, uncontainable joy.
But what would he think if he knew the baby was gone now?
A bitter smile slowly spread across my face.
While I was lying in that hospital bed, barely conscious from the pain, my phone rang. Ryan.
"You don't need to come to tomorrow night's charity gala."
His tone was cold and matter-of-fact, like he was just checking off a to-do list.
That was so typical of him—he could dish it out but couldn't take it.
After I'd humiliated him and then disappeared for a whole day, he'd decided to freeze me out completely.
Getting cut from the charity gala that everyone in our social circle attended was pretty predictable.
He didn't even let me get another word in before hanging up on me.
The next day, I saw the guest list for the charity gala trending online.
One name jumped out at me—Maria Rodriguez.
Rage flooded through every part of my body.
Fighting through the pain, I sat up in bed and called my driver.
When I arrived at the gala entrance, I immediately spotted Ryan under the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by the city's elite.
Next to him was Maria in an elegant evening gown, her arm linked through his, her makeup flawless and her smile perfectly polished.
From dorm supervisor to high society—she took one hell of a gamble, but it sure as hell paid off.
And I looked like a complete fool.
I let out a cold laugh and started walking toward the entrance.
But security stopped me at the door.
"Sorry, no entry without an invitation."
The guard looked at me with obvious disdain. That's when I realized my clothes from that morning were completely wrinkled, and I was still wearing hospital slippers. I definitely didn't look like I belonged at an event like this.
I calmly made a phone call.
Within minutes, a sweating manager rushed over. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Thompson. Mr. Thompson specifically asked us not to let you in. Maybe I could arrange a private room for you instead..."
I snorted and gave him a sardonic smile."How many Thompsons do you think the Harrison family could crush? Maybe do the math on that one."
The manager paused, then immediately started bowing as he let me through.
The moment I walked into the ballroom, my disheveled appearance caught everyone's attention.
"Isn't that Mrs. Thompson? What happened to her?"
"Wait, then who's that woman with Mr. Thompson?"
"I heard she's supposed to be Mr. Thompson's close 'family friend' or whatever... yeah right, who's buying that BS..."
That last comment rippled through the crowd with obvious mockery.
I looked across the room and locked eyes with Ryan, then smiled.
"Ryan, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
The slightly plump arm that had been linked through Ryan's immediately pulled away as Maria burst into tears.
"Mrs. Thompson, please don't fight with Ryan. This is all my fault..."
But Ryan suddenly grabbed my arm and lowered his voice.
"If you hadn't posted that Instagram story, why would I need to bring her here to clear the air?"
"Besides, you're pregnant. There's alcohol everywhere at these events. I was looking out for you."
This handsome face in front of me had once urgently promised that he'd only ever love me.
Only now that desperation on his face was for another woman.
Maria kept pleading through her tears.
Ryan couldn't hide how protective he felt as he stepped in front of her.
I took a deep breath and swallowed back all my tears.
I grabbed the champagne from the table next to me and splashed it all over both of them.
The entire ballroom fell dead silent.
Ryan's furious voice echoed through the space.
"Elena, what the hell do you think you're doing!"
I dropped the empty glass and looked down at the woman stunned on the floor.
Her ruined makeup was almost comical.
"Ryan, bringing her to a place like this—it's like some grand love story where you're fighting the world for true love."
"How come nobody's applauding? That seems wrong."
"Elena!"
My expression changed, and the smile on my face completely disappeared."
I've already signed the divorce papers. Hurry up and sign yours, then take your cheap little whore and get out. I never want to see either of you again!"
I slammed the divorce papers down on the table as whispers erupted around us.
Ryan exhaled sharply and reached for my hand. "If you're going to make a scene, at least pick your timing."
I yanked my hand away, looking at the face I'd once trusted completely, and felt nothing but disgust.
SLAP—
The sound of my palm meeting his cheek echoed through the entire ballroom.
The doctor was shocked when I said I wanted an abortion, especially since he knew how much I'd wanted this baby.
I didn't bother explaining, just gave him a bitter smile. "Let's just get it done."
The feeling of life leaving my body is something I'll never forget.
I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks.
A memory flashed before me—the moment Ryan found out I was pregnant.
It was a rare sunny winter's day, and I'd rushed straight to his office with the test results, waiting outside the conference room.
When everyone filed out, my eyes locked onto him—the tall man leading the pack.
I couldn't help myself—I blurted out the news right there in front of everyone.
What was his expression like? I can't quite remember.
All I know is that this usually composed, reserved man picked me up and spun me around right there in front of all his employees.
Pure, uncontainable joy.
But what would he think if he knew the baby was gone now?
A bitter smile slowly spread across my face.
While I was lying in that hospital bed, barely conscious from the pain, my phone rang. Ryan.
"You don't need to come to tomorrow night's charity gala."
His tone was cold and matter-of-fact, like he was just checking off a to-do list.
That was so typical of him—he could dish it out but couldn't take it.
After I'd humiliated him and then disappeared for a whole day, he'd decided to freeze me out completely.
Getting cut from the charity gala that everyone in our social circle attended was pretty predictable.
He didn't even let me get another word in before hanging up on me.
The next day, I saw the guest list for the charity gala trending online.
One name jumped out at me—Maria Rodriguez.
Rage flooded through every part of my body.
Fighting through the pain, I sat up in bed and called my driver.
When I arrived at the gala entrance, I immediately spotted Ryan under the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by the city's elite.
Next to him was Maria in an elegant evening gown, her arm linked through his, her makeup flawless and her smile perfectly polished.
From dorm supervisor to high society—she took one hell of a gamble, but it sure as hell paid off.
And I looked like a complete fool.
I let out a cold laugh and started walking toward the entrance.
But security stopped me at the door.
"Sorry, no entry without an invitation."
The guard looked at me with obvious disdain. That's when I realized my clothes from that morning were completely wrinkled, and I was still wearing hospital slippers. I definitely didn't look like I belonged at an event like this.
I calmly made a phone call.
Within minutes, a sweating manager rushed over. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Thompson. Mr. Thompson specifically asked us not to let you in. Maybe I could arrange a private room for you instead..."
I snorted and gave him a sardonic smile."How many Thompsons do you think the Harrison family could crush? Maybe do the math on that one."
The manager paused, then immediately started bowing as he let me through.
The moment I walked into the ballroom, my disheveled appearance caught everyone's attention.
"Isn't that Mrs. Thompson? What happened to her?"
"Wait, then who's that woman with Mr. Thompson?"
"I heard she's supposed to be Mr. Thompson's close 'family friend' or whatever... yeah right, who's buying that BS..."
That last comment rippled through the crowd with obvious mockery.
I looked across the room and locked eyes with Ryan, then smiled.
"Ryan, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
The slightly plump arm that had been linked through Ryan's immediately pulled away as Maria burst into tears.
"Mrs. Thompson, please don't fight with Ryan. This is all my fault..."
But Ryan suddenly grabbed my arm and lowered his voice.
"If you hadn't posted that Instagram story, why would I need to bring her here to clear the air?"
"Besides, you're pregnant. There's alcohol everywhere at these events. I was looking out for you."
This handsome face in front of me had once urgently promised that he'd only ever love me.
Only now that desperation on his face was for another woman.
Maria kept pleading through her tears.
Ryan couldn't hide how protective he felt as he stepped in front of her.
I took a deep breath and swallowed back all my tears.
I grabbed the champagne from the table next to me and splashed it all over both of them.
The entire ballroom fell dead silent.
Ryan's furious voice echoed through the space.
"Elena, what the hell do you think you're doing!"
I dropped the empty glass and looked down at the woman stunned on the floor.
Her ruined makeup was almost comical.
"Ryan, bringing her to a place like this—it's like some grand love story where you're fighting the world for true love."
"How come nobody's applauding? That seems wrong."
"Elena!"
My expression changed, and the smile on my face completely disappeared."
I've already signed the divorce papers. Hurry up and sign yours, then take your cheap little whore and get out. I never want to see either of you again!"
I slammed the divorce papers down on the table as whispers erupted around us.
Ryan exhaled sharply and reached for my hand. "If you're going to make a scene, at least pick your timing."
I yanked my hand away, looking at the face I'd once trusted completely, and felt nothing but disgust.
SLAP—
The sound of my palm meeting his cheek echoed through the entire ballroom.
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