Chapter 2

Chloe updated her thread again.

[The other girl got pregnant, but she slipped in the shower and had a miscarriage. Meanwhile, her boyfriend was wrapped around my finger, keeping me company because I had a stomachache...

As expected, she lost the baby. She wanted someone to love her, but I’m going to make sure she ends up with absolutely nothing!]

The memories flashed painfully in my mind.

I remembered crawling out of the bathroom alone, terrified and screaming for help. The house was dead silent. No matter how many times I dialed Ethan’s number, he didn't pick up.

That day, the baby I had longed for was gone.

When Ethan finally rushed back, he fell to his knees and slapped himself across the face repeatedly.

So, it turned out his guilt wasn't just about the baby—it was also because he was in Chloe’s bed.

Ethan came home.

He had changed his clothes, smelling faintly of body wash.

"I had to work late last night, so I crashed at the office."

I clenched my fists, choosing not to call him out on his lie.

He looked sharp in his tailored suit, handsome and radiant, with eyes that looked at me with deep, intense affection.

Yet, this was the same man who was cheating on me with Chloe.

He kissed my forehead with utmost devotion.

"We’re finally going to have our own home."

"Actually, I want to postpone the wedding," I said, studying his face.

Ethan froze for a second, clearly panicking.

"Is it because the dress didn't fit yesterday? We can go back today and fix it."

"Please, don't postpone the wedding over something like that."

He was still choosing to humiliate me for Chloe.

He knew exactly how hard it had been for me on that snowy night when my family threw me out.

And all of it had started because of Chloe’s lies.

Back when everyone else abandoned me, he was the one who firmly chose me.

But now, the man who used to stand by my side had crossed over to the enemy.

He had betrayed me.

The day before the wedding, Chloe asked me to meet her.

"Luna, everyone has missed you so much over the years."

"Look, Mom and Dad asked me to bring you this homemade clam chowder."

My fingers twitched. Chloe’s lips curled into a smug smirk.

Clam chowder used to be my favorite dish made by my adoptive mother.

"Ten years have passed. They miss you too."

She watched me slowly open the thermos.

But inside was not soup. It was a sealed bag containing ashes and a torn sonogram.

I gasped and recoiled in horror, nearly falling out of my chair.

Chloe stood up, thrusting the thermos right in front of my face.

"What are you scared of? This is your baby."

"I dug it up myself. Oh, you probably didn't know, did you? The grave you've been visiting for the past year? That's just where my dead dog is buried."

She looked at my bloodshot eyes, still unsatisfied.

"I even paid an occult medium to bind this bastard's soul. It wants to reincarnate? In its dreams!"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for bringing it into your pathetic womb!"

Rage consumed me. I lunged forward and slapped her hard across the face.

Not even three seconds later, a heavy kick landed squarely on my stomach.

When I looked up through the pain, Chloe was sobbing in Ethan’s arms. Standing behind them were my former family members.

I collapsed on the floor, my eyes locked onto Ethan.

Because on the day of my miscarriage, he was the one who handled the burial.

The ashes could only have ended up in Chloe’s hands through him.

"Ethan... you promised you would protect me forever."