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Midnight Heartbreak: When Shadows of Old Love Linger
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In the third year of our marriage, we finally started living a good life. We renovated our house and bought a car worth over 800,000. Our bank savings have exceeded seven figures. Xie Zhong's company is thriving, with products that have become an instant hit, leading to an expansion and hiring spree. I realized that our previous efforts were finally starting to pay off. Our lives were getting better and better.
Xie Zhong had promised me many wishes, and now almost all of them had come true: buying a house, changing cars, running our own company... Our future looked increasingly bright. I discussed with Xie Zhong about having a child this year. As we began preparing for pregnancy, we meticulously planned everything.
On the night of my ovulation period, I specifically changed into new lingerie and sprayed on some perfume. With eager anticipation, I sat on the bed waiting for Xie Zhong to come home. I listened to the sound of cars outside, my heart racing with excitement. It felt like returning to the day when Xie Zhong first confessed his feelings for me after we got married.
My heart was pounding wildly. Just then, my phone vibrated. I picked it up to see a message from Xie Zhong: "Honey, an important client has arrived at the company. I have to entertain them and will be home late. You can go to sleep; you don't have to wait for me."
A chill ran up from my feet. The warmth in my heart was instantly extinguished. I forced a bitter smile and tossed my phone aside.
I remembered what my best friend Lizi said in the afternoon, "Men are prone to change their hearts, especially successful ones."
"Sun Meng, you need to keep a close eye on Xie Zhong."
"There's a reason behind the saying that men become bad when they have money."
At that time, I had rebutted her, saying that I trusted Xie Zhong.
Our love wouldn't be as fragile as she imagined.
But now...
I touched my flat abdomen, feeling a bit uneasy.
Baby, your dad doesn't want us anymore.
In a half-dreaming state, I seemed to hear someone opening the door and coming back.
I struggled to lift my heavy eyelids and, through the dim light, saw Xie Zhong lying on the sofa.
He had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, looking quite uncomfortable.
My sleepiness vanished instantly.
I hurriedly got up, wanting to help him into the bedroom.
But as I got closer, I caught a strong smell of smoke and alcohol.
I felt a bit angry; we were trying to conceive, and he should quit smoking and drinking.
Even if there was an important social event tonight, he shouldn't have drunk so much.
I felt some resentment, but more than that, I felt heartache.
Looking at the drunken Xie Zhong, I gently advised, "Xie Zhong, why don't you go take a shower first?"
He opened his eyes, glanced at me, and shook his head.
"I'm not going."
This was the first time I had seen him like this.
I sighed and reached out to massage his temples, hoping he would feel better.
"What's wrong?"
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a hint of grievance.
Is he... being affectionate with me?
I was taken aback for a moment.
After being married for so long, Xie Zhong rarely showed such an expression.
Every time he displayed this kind of emotion, I would unconditionally forgive him.
Even if it were the stars in the sky, I would want to pick them for him.
I leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Be good and take a shower first; otherwise, you'll keep feeling dizzy, and it won't be pleasant."
He turned his head away, his tone stubborn, "I said I'm not going."
I smiled helplessly.
Forget it; he's this drunk, and I can't really hold it against him.
I gently patted his chest, coaxing him, "Alright, alright, if you don't want to go, how about we brush our teeth first?"
He didn't respond, fatigue evident on his face.
I helped him up and led him to the bathroom.
He stood there swaying slightly while I squeezed toothpaste onto his brush and prepared some water.
"Here, let's brush your teeth first."
Just as I handed him the cup of water, he suddenly grabbed my hand and murmured, "Ranran..."
I froze completely.
Ranran was the name of his ex-fiancée.
They had already broken up; why was he still thinking about her?!
My heart felt as if it had been struck hard by something, aching to the point of suffocation.
I fought back tears and asked with a trembling voice, "What did you say?"
He looked up at me through hazy eyes and repeated, "Ranran, don't leave me."
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