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Sophie was fired. Ethan’s career tanked—demoted from manager, six years of work and now almost nothing.
Ethan was crushed. His pride, his dignity—gone, thanks to Sophie’s stupidity. He was once close to being promoted to VP, now nothing.
Furious, he fought with Sophie, both wielding knives.
Sophie collapsed, bleeding, her abdomen pierced, she could never get pregnant in her life.
Ethan, demoted, was injured in a “sensitive” area. Ironically, their wounds were eerily matched!
I met a nice guy through a blind date. At a café, chatting with Mo’’s pick, I glanced out, seeing a crowd across the street.
A delivery guy crashed onto a car. My date went out to check it out.
Returning, he explained.
I saw the guy arguing, red-faced. Our eyes met; he looked away. It was Ethan.
Him, delivering? Didn’t he have a job?
Questions swirled, but I held back.
He was nothing to me. Curiosity was pointless. I smiled, “Everyone follows the law. Delivery guy, cleaner—you can’t ignore the law just because you’re poor, right?”
My date nodded, “Well said, Ms. Harper. Your views are refreshing. I’ve never talked so freely.”
I didn’t care much, just passing time, but felt awkward yet helpless.
Post-date, as I reached my car, Ethan stood there. I leaned out, “Yes?”
He circled, “Emily, I truly regret it now. Let's get married again!”
I eyed him, laughing, “Ethan, you’re just arrogant and so full of ego? Think we can reconcile?’
“Milk’s already spilled. The baby’s death—I’ll never forgive it. How dare you ask to remarry? Get lost!”
I floored it. He jumped aside. Driving off, I exhaled. I would never forgive him.
Not because he still held a place in my heart, but because his harm had scarred me, a lifelong lesson.
Love isn’t eternal. When it sours, I would try saving it. But if it’s toxic, it’s gone.
My soft heart gave him chances, blinding me to his truth until pregnancy.
Losing the child woke me. This lesson, I would never forget.
I shook it off. The last Ethan news came from headlines.
Sophie hounded him. They raced on the highway—she chased, he fled, no escape.
Disgraceful drama. Both crashed. Ethan, paralyzed from the waist down. Sophie, dead on impact.
No one saw it coming. Her parents aged overnight, suing Ethan, but adults should always be responsible for their own choices. His family, broke, sold their old house, moving to a slum.
Some pitied him, donated. But his cheating past surfaced, and netizens threw him nothing but curses.
Ethan sobbed on camera, claiming regret. I knew he wasn’t sorry—he was justjust alone.
Cherishing what’s already lost is too late.
