Chapter 4 : That Night I Felt Despair

I had a gut feeling that it was my baby!

At that moment, a heart-wrenching pain almost suffocated me.

Once he was far enough, I ignored my post-miscarriage weakness and the bleeding, grabbed my phone, and ran out.

Outside, I had no sense of direction, blindly running along a narrow path in front of the house.

All I knew was that I needed to escape, to get far away from that demon.

I was terrified that Arthur would notice I was gone and come after me.

I picked up my phone, wanting to call for help, but at this hour, I didn''t know who to call. The battery was also low, leaving me no time to hesitate. I finally dialed Flora''s number.

The phone rang several times before she answered, her voice groggy with sleep.

"Becky?"

"Flora, ah..."

The path was too narrow, and I accidentally slipped into the field, getting covered in mud.

I got up from the field, having lost my shoes and with my phone completely dead. Barefoot, I kept running, feeling the warm blood trickling down my thighs, mixing with the dirt on my legs.

Finally, I reached the main road and passed by the Farmhouse Restaurant where I had eaten earlier in the day. It was then that I finally found my bearings.

I ran out of the scenic area and onto the highway, following the winding mountain road. I didn''t dare stop, even as my legs went numb.

The asphalt road twisted and turned, my footprints marking the way, silently telling the story of my miserable ordeal.

The summer wind was warm, but I felt cold to the bone, chilled from the inside out.

I stopped halfway up the mountain, staring numbly into the endless darkness below, sinking into deep despair.

Two years of marriage, and I never saw the true nature of the person beside me. How blind, foolish, and pathetic could I be?

In one night, I lost everything. I wanted to end it all by jumping, but then I thought of my mom.

When my dad died in a car accident, my mom became a vegetable. For all these years, she only had me. If she lost me too, what would she do?

And then there was that kind-hearted person named "Seagull." During my school years, he supported me financially and often encouraged me on QQ. He was one of the few sources of warmth in my life.

If I died, wouldn''t I be letting him down after all these years of support? I hadn''t even had the chance to meet him in person and thank him. I didn''t even know his real name.

In life, there are debts of gratitude and grudges that need to be settled. Besides the unreturned kindness, there were also wrongs to be avenged.

Why did Arthur suddenly become so heartless? This account needed to be settled.

In the end, I didn''t jump.

Years later, I would be grateful for choosing reason and courage at that moment.

If I wasn''t going to die, I had to live well. I couldn''t stay on the mountain like a wandering ghost. I had to find a way back to the city and face the sudden collapse of my world.

But in the middle of the night, it was impossible to catch a ride on this mountainside.

There were some cars returning from the scenic area, their headlights glaring, exposing my disheveled state.

I swallowed my pride and waved at them, but the people inside looked at me with either surprise or mockery, their cars speeding away to the beat of loud rock music. Not a single car stopped.

To them, I probably looked like a beggar, a refugee, or a lunatic—ridiculous and pitiful.

After repeated disappointments, I made a risky decision.

I stood by the mountain wall at a bend in the road. When I saw headlights approaching again, I rushed out without hesitation...