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

He also turned pale when he saw the bloodied steel pipe sticking out of my body.

“Ella, t-the baby…” Caleb’s voice was trembling.

My lips twitched. Somehow I found the energy to mock him. “Believe it or not, Caleb, our baby is long gone…”

The pipe had gone through my belly. Even if I had not been induced earlier, there was no way the baby could have survived.

I was heartbroken. In order to conceive, I had done so much research that I knew as much theory as a freshly graduated obstetrician. I knew that the chances were high that I would lose my womb.

I would never become a mother again.

Caleb’s gaze was manic. He wanted to pick me up, but he did not dare to touch me when he saw the long steel pipe. His expression was distraught. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll find a way to save you right now!

“I’ll take you to the hospital! You and the baby will be fine, I promise…”

I had not heard him call me “honey” for almost three years. What a blast from the past…

I closed my eyes amidst the irony. Before I lost consciousness, I could hear Caleb’s anguished cries. He seemed to be calling someone while yelling at the driver who rear-ended us.

Whatever. I did not care. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep…

Caleb and I started dating in high school. That year, I was the school idol and the top scorer. He was the welfare case and the perpetual runner-up.

He was handsome and good at his studies. Even though he was poor, plenty of girls confessed to him. However, he wrote me a love song and played it on stage during the year-end party, singing his love for me.

Everyone objected, but I insisted on dating him.

I had fallen in love with him at first sight. His good looks, stubborn temper, and rugged determination won my heart.

After every exam, he would wait in anticipation for his results. Once he got what he expected, he would congratulate me for coming in first.

I liked how sincere and honest he was. I naively believed that he was pure at heart.

We went to the same Ivy League university and chose different majors. Both of us shone in our respective fields.

He rejected everyone else’s advances, buying me gifts and treating me to fancy meals with his scholarship money.

When I graduated, I came to this city and started a company with him using the seed money my parents gave me.

To save money, we did not even have a wedding ceremony. We just registered our marriage, ate a cake we bought at a discount in our tiny apartment, drank two bottles of the cheapest wine, and swore our lives to each other.

We did not dare to have a baby at the time, but I accidentally fell pregnant the next year.

It was only after I miscarried that we went for a test and found out about Caleb’s serious disease.

The doctor had said that even if we did not use protection, it would not be easy for us to conceive. Nevertheless, that baby had beaten the odds and settled in my belly.

Unfortunately, we were both too careless. Neither of us noticed until he left us.

Since then, Caleb started to worry about continuing his family line. He asked me to consider having a baby earlier, while we still could. I felt bad for him, so I agreed.

At the time, his company had just started up. Money was tight, and I could not bear to give him any more pressure, so I lowered my head and asked my parents for money.