Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella)
Chapter 66

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The video from Ava's social media played on my phone screen.

My hand trembled as I held the phone.

A cold chill seeped into my bones, making me shiver as if I were plunged into an

icy abyss.

I numbly ate the birthday dinner I had prepared for myself.

Silently, I cleaned up the mess on the table.

I no longer planned to quietly wait for him to come home like I had for the

six years.

Today, I found out I was pregnant. It's also our birthday.

past

In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would come home to be with me. But today, not only did he not come home, he also lashed out at me furiously, all for Ava, cursing me without any regard for dignity.

Lucas and I had gone through countless treatments to have this child.

Lucas had kept his low sperm count a secret from me until two years ago when I

accidentally found out. To protect his pride. I endured all the humiliation, even being mocked by his employees as a "hen that can't lay eggs.

It wasn't until a year ago that he finally agreed to let me undergo monthly treatments and try for a baby through IVF,

This child is the result of a long, difficult journey, a precious gift from heaven, and

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the only reason I haven't left him yet.

I let out a bitter laugh, taking a bite of the cake Lucas liked, tears streaming down my face.

I can no longer force myself to accept this humiliating marriage.

The sound of keys turning in the lock-Lucas was back.

Expressionless, I threw away the cake I hadn't finished.

He angrily kicked over the trash can, revealing the torn-up pregnancy report, but he didn't care.

He loosened his tie with one hand, angrily yelling, "You're crazy! Who bakes a cake for no reason? And don't you dare mess with Ava again, or else you'll regret

it!"

"So, what, you're still trying to get back at me? Nobody cares about that stupid

cake!"

Turns out, he really didn't remember anything.

I've been making this cake for six years now.

Every year on his birthday, I would make his favorite cake by hand, even though I don't like cream.

He, on the other hand, has a sweet tooth. For him, I gave up my preferences and shared in his love for sweets.

But after all these years, he never once thought about what I liked.

I let out a cold laugh, exhausted, and glanced at him.

Calmly, I spoke.