99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear novel Chapter 87

On our wedding anniversary, I made two decisions.

One was to divorce.

The other was to get an abortion.

The moment I made these decisions, I took advantage of a break in the hospital when no pregnant women were around for check–ups and scheduled my abortion for five days later.

“Ding.”

[Ms. Willa Bennett, your abortion appointment is confirmed. Please report to the hospital for a pre–procedure consultation in three days.]

As soon as I received the cold notification on my phone, the hospital’s intercom buzzed.

“Number 32, Joey Frost, please proceed to the examination room.”

I looked up from my desk in shock, only to see a familiar figure guiding a pregnant woman into my office.

The man, with his deep–set eyes and tall, upright posture in his white pilot uniform, was none other than Joey, the star captain of South Airlines and my husband.

And standing beside him, like a precious treasure, was the pregnant woman–Stacy Blackwood.

My heart ached as I recalled the small, worn photo of Stacy I had once found in Joey’s wallet.

The corners of the passport–sized photo were frayed, indicating how often Joey must have taken it out to reminisce

and caress it.

It was then that I learned Joey and Stacy had been in love since high school, but had broken up five years ago when Stacy went abroad and married someone else.

The day Stacy got married overseas was the same day Joey proposed to me…

Lost in these thoughts, Joey and Stacy entered the examination room.

Our eyes met.

Joey’s eyes flickered with surprise, seemingly not expecting to run into me at the obstetrics department of the hospital.

He knew nothing about my job.

Joey’s thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, showing a rare look of nervousness.

But I didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything. Only the trembling of my hand holding the pen subtly betrayed my

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pain and shock.

At that moment, Stacy affectionately draped her arm over his, saying, “Joey, aren’t you too tired after just getting off your flight, coming here for my check–up?”

“No,”

Joey replied, while soothing Stacy and handing me the registration form.

How ridiculous.

A gynecologist was about to conduct a prenatal check–up for her husband’s first love.

I forced down the sourness in my eyes, took the form, and stood up to examine Stacy.

Stacy seemed completely unaware that Joey and I were married, and she even clutched my lab coat coquettishly, saying, “Doctor, I’m afraid of pain. Please be gentle.”

I pursed my lips, about to explain that a routine prenatal check–up wouldn’t hurt.