His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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In the dimly lit room, the first thing I did after regaining consciousness was check my abdomen.
When I felt a slight bulge, I finally relaxed.
The person by my bed saw I was awake and slipped under the covers.
Since I got pregnant, Elon and I had been sleeping in separate rooms.
He hated the smell of fish, so I always had to wash myself several times and spray perfume when I was with him.
Now, he pressed close, his hand brushing over my bandaged skin.
"I'm sorry, Emma, you know I just went bankrupt. That deal was crucial—I couldn’t waste your investment."
"I had to pretend not to know you that day."
Since Elon went bankrupt, he had been in a downward spiral. He wanted to make deals, but the capital could only come from me.
I worked day and night selling fish, hoping to build a better life for our family.
"Elon, when are we getting married?"
Elon touched the stretch marks on my belly, then subtly pulled his hand away.
I noticed his disdain, but I couldn't afford any treatments for it.
Elon put a necklace on me, as a form of consolation.
"Our situation’s too unstable. Let’s wait until things settle, okay?"
This was the seventh time he had refused my proposal.
People at the market envied me for having such a handsome husband, but only I knew that I had been pregnant with his child twice.
Yet I still only held the title of his girlfriend.
Elon, as usual, handed me a glass of milk with miscarriage-preventing medicine, coaxing me to drink it.
I noticed the expensive watch on his wrist—far beyond what I could afford.
My mind was a mess. I lay awake until late, hearing Elon get up, grab his coat, and leave.
When he returned in the morning, he smelled of Stacy's perfume.
When I felt a slight bulge, I finally relaxed.
The person by my bed saw I was awake and slipped under the covers.
Since I got pregnant, Elon and I had been sleeping in separate rooms.
He hated the smell of fish, so I always had to wash myself several times and spray perfume when I was with him.
Now, he pressed close, his hand brushing over my bandaged skin.
"I'm sorry, Emma, you know I just went bankrupt. That deal was crucial—I couldn’t waste your investment."
"I had to pretend not to know you that day."
Since Elon went bankrupt, he had been in a downward spiral. He wanted to make deals, but the capital could only come from me.
I worked day and night selling fish, hoping to build a better life for our family.
"Elon, when are we getting married?"
Elon touched the stretch marks on my belly, then subtly pulled his hand away.
I noticed his disdain, but I couldn't afford any treatments for it.
Elon put a necklace on me, as a form of consolation.
"Our situation’s too unstable. Let’s wait until things settle, okay?"
This was the seventh time he had refused my proposal.
People at the market envied me for having such a handsome husband, but only I knew that I had been pregnant with his child twice.
Yet I still only held the title of his girlfriend.
Elon, as usual, handed me a glass of milk with miscarriage-preventing medicine, coaxing me to drink it.
I noticed the expensive watch on his wrist—far beyond what I could afford.
My mind was a mess. I lay awake until late, hearing Elon get up, grab his coat, and leave.
When he returned in the morning, he smelled of Stacy's perfume.
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