Say No to Men Attached to Their Old Love

Fond Memories

"She wouldn't have gone anywhere. She likely went home. It's late, so you should rest for now," said Arvin.

Debby said awkwardly, "The guest room hasn't been tidied up yet, but... It's fine. I can sleep on the couch for a night."

During my pregnancy, I grew bored at home and went on a spree of buying baby supplies online. Many of them remained unopened and stacked up in the guest room.

Although they were piled there, they weren't on the bed. Was it so bad for her to bear?

Apart from the nursery prepared for the baby and the study, the master bedroom was the only room with a bed. Debby's intention was quite clandestine.

She didn't bother with slowly getting Arvin's heart but preferred to sleep with him directly.

Arvin promptly apologized, "Sorry for the inconvenience. Tomorrow, I'll ask Letitia to prepare a room for you."

Debby's face twitched momentarily, but then she smiled and agreed, "Okay."

Arvin placed a call to our maid.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late, Evelyn. But I recall you mentioned leaving something here to retrieve later today. Did you find it?"

"Ah, it was a toy bought for my grandson. He was overjoyed to receive it. Guess people just spoil the kids these days. Oh, forgive me for changing the topic. Allow me to congratulate you on your impending fatherhood tonight!"

Arvin's heart sank. "What do you mean? Is Letitia giving birth?"

Evelyn's voice on the phone sounded more surprised than him. "... When I arrived, I saw a pool of blood on the floor and some bloodstains a few steps away. I thought... What's happening? Weren't you supposed to be with her tonight, Mr. Owen?"

With a stern expression, Arvin brushed it off as if nothing had happened. After a brief silence, he inquired, "Was Letitia already gone when you got there?"

"Yes, I assumed she had gone to the hospital to deliver the baby!"

Arvin ended the call, standing in place, unsure of what to make of it all.

And I, upon hearing this, felt disoriented.

Since Evelyn had cleaned up the bloodstains, who could have moved my body? Could I have turned into a zombie by myself and fled?

Debby proposed, "Could Letty have gone to the hospital alone to give birth?"

Arvin rubbed his forehead. "I don't think so. If that were the case, the hospital would have informed me."

With half a month left until my due date, he didn't anticipate my giving birth so suddenly.

Debby was urged to rest while Arvin continued to browse through the contact list on his phone.

My mind was preoccupied with the mystery of my missing body, unmoved by the tender exchanges between the two.

A familiar number caught his attention.

It belonged to my childhood best friend, Maggie.

He dialed the number, but the call remained unanswered.

I knew Maggie had long held a grudge against him because of what he had done to me and had blocked him long ago.

Yet Arvin, seemingly unaware, persisted in making the call.

It wasn't until midnight that he sensed something amiss.

In the interim, he also made his way to the kitchen.

Today, Evelyn slaughtered the hen she had brought from her hometown and prepared chicken soup to nourish me, leaving a basin of chicken blood in the kitchen. Hence, Arvin asserted that my bleeding was a ruse with chicken blood.

I surmised he checked to see if the basin of chicken blood had diminished.

However, Evelyn had already cleaned it up.

Despite my curiosity about the whereabouts of my body, I found myself tethered to Arvin's side, unable to step more than 16 feet from him.

Early the next morning, Arvin, with bloodshot eyes, opened the door and inquired if Debby was hungry.

What rotten luck for me to see them together.

The couch proved less comfortable than a bed, so Debby likely had a restless night, evident from the dark circles under her eyes and weary countenance.

They left together, driving twenty kilometers to a breakfast joint.

At the sight of the familiar eatery, Debby finally softened her displeased expression.

Seemingly unconsciously, she reached out and linked arms with Arvin. "Do you recall how we used to come here in high school to eat pork ribs? Despite having ample pocket money, we relished those twelve pork ribs for one dollar.

"You used to dislike meat, but you always accompanied me."

Debby's visage exuded fond memories.

Arvin, however, gazed vacantly at the pork ribs before Debby.