The Treasure You Discarded, The Regret You Earned

For three years of marriage, Hayden never touched me. Not even once. Until the day his first love, Audrey, who had gone abroad, announced her engagement on social media.

That night, the always aloof and arrogant heir of the Ross Family drowned himself in alcohol, drinking until he lost all sense of reason. In his haze, he sought me and spent the entire night tangled with me.

Three months later, I held my pregnancy report with trembling hands, my heart swelling with cautious hope. Perhaps this child would change things between us. Perhaps Hayden would finally look at me.

But all my hopes were shattered the moment I heard his voice on the phone.

"Audrey has called off her engagement and will be returning soon," he said coldly. "Get rid of the baby and we'll get a divorce."

A sharp pain twisted in my lower abdomen, but it was nothing compared to the agony of his words. At that moment, I finally let go of every last expectation I had.

"Alright," I whispered. "Divorce it is. I wish you and Audrey happiness."