The Marriage That Never Existed novel Chapter 39

Chapter 3

Ryan asked, “Honey, didn’t you say you really appreciated my thoughtfulness?”

I finally lifted my eyes to look at him. “I didn’t sleep well last night. I woke up sore all over. Do you know why?”

For the sake of our three–year relationship and the little life in my womb, I was giving him one

last chance.

Ryan’s eyes flickered for a moment, then he coaxed gently. “Pregnant women probably get tired easily. Honey, let me schedule you some prenatal care.”

I laughed maniacally and smashed the couple’s clay sculpture he’d made for our third

anniversary.

Ryan stared at the fragments for a long time before hesitantly speaking, “Are you in a bad mood

because pregnancy is uncomfortable?”

I shook my head and slipped the divorce papers between a stack of teaching materials, pushing

them toward him.

Without even looking, he signed and used his fingertip to gently massage my head. “How about I

run you a hot bath to relax?”

My stomach churned.

These were the same hands that had just scattered my intimate photos in the pool hall.

This was the same mouth that had called me damaged goods.

I suddenly said, “I agree to let Jessica be the maid of honor.”

Hearing my words, Ryan’s movements stopped. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I thought about it and realized I was being too petty.” I forced a smile. “Besides, she’s your

mother’s savior. I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

Mentioning his mother, Ryan stopped hesitating and hugged me tight. “Emily, you’re so understanding! If Jessica hadn’t carried my mom ten miles to get help, my mom couldn’t even be in a vegetative state…”