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424words2026-01-26 09:06

My younger sister personally delivered me to her fiancé's bed But in his eyes, I was just a woman who would stop at nothing.
In the three years of our marriage, I had two abortions for him — and still, he said I wasn't worthy.
I asked for a divorce. He refused, again and again.

It wasn't until our third child came along that I was diagnosed with the same illness that took my mother—Alzheimer's.
And so, just as he had always wanted, I left him. And I forgot him.
But then he appeared in front of me, repeating over and over that he loved me.
And yet— I couldn't even remember who he was.
It wasn’t true that Ethan didn't love me, but the cruelty he showed me was.
When I walked out of the hospital, a bitter north wind swept through the streets. I pulled my thin trench coat tighter around myself, bracing against the cold.

But I couldn't hear the wind at all. All I could hear was the doctor’s words echoing in my mind. "Miss Miller, your endometrial lining is already very thin. If you terminate this pregnancy, your chances of conceiving again will be almost nonexistent. Please consider carefully!"
"Miss Miller, based on our preliminary diagnosis, we suspect early-onset Alzheimer’s. Please prepare yourself mentally and return for further tests. "
That's right. Today I had visited two departments: Obstetrics and Gynecology, and Neurology.
Heaven didn't take pity on me for my broken marriage. Instead, it poured salt into my wounds.

I pulled out my phone and opened Ethan's WeChat. My finger hovered over his name , frozen above the screen for a long time.
I wanted to tell him that I wanted to keep this child. But I already knew what he would say. He would sentence this child to death again, just as he had before.
Those words coming out of his mouth were like a sharp knife, stabbing straight to my heart!
So, I chose a different way.
[Ethan, if one day I forget you, what should we do?]
His reply came half an hour later.
[It doesn't matter.]
Cold, as always.
It had been three years. I should have been used to it by now — but my eyes still turned red all the same.
On the street, couples passed by hand, lost in their own little worlds.
It was such an ordinary scene, so ordinary that no one would give it a second glance .
But I couldn't have that. Ethan never held my hand.