As I Was Micarrying, My Husband Ran Off to Save His Childhood Friend

I did not care who he was with anymore.

As expected, Caleb did not show up for the next few days. He did not even text me.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, however, I found him waiting for me in the carpark.

I immediately turned to leave, but he gave chase. He stood in my way and grabbed my things.

“Get into the car.” His tone was overbearing, as always.

It was pointless to argue with him. I rolled my eyes and got into the backseat.

A strong and familiar scent of perfume wafted over from the passenger seat. It was Luna’s favorite brand.

I used to smell this scent in the car often. Every time, I would agitatedly ask Caleb what was going on. Today, however, I just glanced at the front passenger seat before looking away without a word.

Caleb stood outside the car, glancing at my stomach before scoffing. “So you stopped pretending after a few days in the hospital?”

It was almost winter, and my body was weak after the miscarriage. I did not want to catch a cold, so I wore a few more layers of clothing. I even added some heat packs to alleviate the pain in my stomach.

From the outside, my belly looked as swollen as it did before my induced labor. The difference was even harder to spot once I sat down.

I glanced at Caleb, staying silent when I saw the look of irony on his face.

He thought I could not possibly miscarry six months into the pregnancy. He refused to believe a light shove could have killed his baby.

I could not be bothered to argue with him. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to take me home.

Since he could not get a reaction out of me, Caleb grumbled and started the car. Almost as soon as he left the basement carpark, his phone rang with Luna’s personalized ringtone.

I opened my eyes in time to see him reject the call in a panic. He saw I was awake in the rear mirror and awkwardly explained, “Uh… John changed my ringtone as a prank. Don’t misunderstand, Ella.”

John was his secretary. Just then, the phone rang again. The caller ID clearly said, “Luna Baby”.

I was unperturbed, looking at the guilt flashing across Caleb’s face with a sardonic smirk.

“Answer the call. She called twice in a row, after all. Maybe it’s something important.”

Luna was doing this on purpose. She knew I was with Caleb, so she wanted to use her old tricks to tear us apart. After all, she had succeeded every time before. Caleb would abandon me and rush to her side every time.

Caleb picked up the call, his tone guilty. “I’m driving. Whatever it is, you can tell me later.”

She said something I could not hear. The next second, Caleb’s eyes widened in panic, and he slammed the brakes.

Skree— My body fell forward from the momentum. The next instant, another impact struck me from behind.

Someone had crashed into us. A steel pipe pierced into the car, stabbing me exactly in the belly.

Warm blood leaked out through my thick layers of clothing, dying the car seat red.

Caleb’s head slammed into the steering wheel. To my surprise, the first thing he did upon getting up was turn around to check on me. “Ella, are you alright?”

I was too weak to reply, holding my wound and panting as all the blood drained from my face. The blood loss was making me dizzy.

Caleb pulled off his seatbelt and ran to the back seat in a panic, trying to pull me up.