Boyfriend gets a license to break an appointment to accompany a third party, but why does he think that my blue–blood aristocrat will want a dirty man?
Boyfriend planned for us to get our marriage certificate on 5/20, but I waited all day from morning till night, and he never showed up.
I called him dozens of times, but it was always busy.
Half an hour before City Hall closed, I received a photo from Phoebe.
In the photo, Jasper was holding a pregnancy test report in one hand and caressing her not–yet–showing belly with the other, looking utterly doting.
The message was quickly deleted.
A moment later, Jasper called me.
“Adeline, I was drugged a month ago and made a mistake, but the child is innocent. I have to take responsibility.”
“Don’t worry, once she has the baby, I’ll send her abroad. It won’t affect your position as my wife.””
“Don’t you like kids? Once the baby is born, I’ll have them under your name, and you’ll be their only mom.”
When I didn’t say anything, he added, sounding a bit guilty.
“Phoebe is very emotional because of her pregnancy and needs constant care. You should go home first. We’ll talk about the certificate after she has the baby.”
I clenched my phone, smiling bitterly.
Jasper, why would you think I, the heiress of New York’s Johnson family, would want a man with a tarnished reputation?
I took a picture of the scene and sent it to his arch–enemy.
“Does your offer still stand?”
01
Over the phone, I heard the doctor’s reprimand.
“Phoebe’s family, she’s been pregnant for over a month. How could you sleep together? What kind of husband are you, so irresponsible?”
Jasper instinctively wanted to explain but was distracted by Phoebe’s weak cough, so his explanation turned into an apology.
“Sorry, I’ll be more careful.”
My fingers tightened as I took a deep breath and made a decision.
“Jasper, let’s break up.”
Hearing my words, the initial guilt evaporated, replaced by a flood of blame.
2
10:30 AM
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“Cora, what are you throwing a fit about? Is it fun to compete with a pregnant woman for attention?”
“Every time there’s a problem, all you do is threaten to break up. Have you ever really left? After eight years, who else would want you? Do you dare to really break up?”
His words were like sharp knives, stabbing straight into my heart.
This was the 99th time Jasper stood me up for Phoebe.
The previous 98 times, Phoebe always had some excuse to call him away whenever we were about to get our certificate.
The first time, she had just returned to the country and needed a pick–up.
The second time, she twisted her ankle in high heels, and Jasper rushed to take her to the hospital.
The 98th time, she got drunk and was being followed by some men. She called Jasper crying, and without hesitation, he left me on the roadside and sped off.
That night, without my phone, I walked over ten kilometers to get home.
When I opened the door, I saw him holding Phoebe on the sofa.
Seeing me, Phoebe sat up first, tears in her eyes, pitifully explaining.
“Adeline, I’m sorry, it’s not what you think. I was just so scared, and Jasper was just comforting me!”
I looked at her, my words sharp with sarcasm.
“What kind of comfort needs you to be in each other’s arms?”
Jasper shielded her behind him, reprimanding me.
“She was just frightened and couldn’t sleep. I just lent her my shoulder for security. She’s just my junior. Cora, can’t you be more generous? Stop being jealous over everything, you seem so bitter and mean.”
That night, we had a huge fight.
And just like now, I suggested breaking up.
But back then, the breakup was mixed with sadness and grievance, wanting comfort, wanting someone to coax me.
Every time it was the same.
Every time he stood me up for Phoebe, I’d get angry and suggest breaking up.
