The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 1

My sister-in-law hesitated, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"Ivy Turner, are you really set on leaving? Hector was just confused for a moment and doesn't understand how good you are. How about you...?"

At that moment, a news alert popped up on my phone screen.

It was a video of Hector celebrating his mistress Eva Clarke's birthday.

He was holding her hand from behind while cutting the cake.

Eva was wearing a high-neck dress, her exposed skin marked with faint kiss marks.

"Everyone says Mr. Lane doesn't care for Mrs. Lane, but look at how well he's throwing her a birthday party. Mrs. Lane is really lucky."

Someone smiled obsequiously, handing over their business card.

Upon hearing "Mrs. Lane," Eva flashed a charming smile and took the card.

Those in the know chimed in.

"Mr. Lane, how about a French kiss with your ‘wife'?"

Hector didn't clarify Eva's identity. He simply grabbed her waist and kissed her.

My sister-in-law turned to me, her face full of shame.

She thought I would cry and pulled me into her embrace.

"Ivy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you two together. I agree, you can leave."

But I didn't cry.

All the tears had already been shed when I gave birth.

"Do you want to see the baby before you leave?"

Hearing that, my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

That was the precious child I nearly lost my life to bring into the world.

To say I had no feelings for the baby would be a lie.

As I gathered my thoughts, my sister-in-law walked in holding the baby.

"Ivy, the baby is so clean and fair, the doctor said he weighs three pounds—"

"Enough, don't say anything more!"

I turned away, my nails digging into my flesh.

Ivy, don't look back.

Once you've decided to leave, don't have any regrets.

Upon hearing my words, my sister-in-law stopped in her tracks and didn't move forward.

She handed the baby to the nurse and angrily dialed Hector's number.

"Sis, didn't I tell you? I'm on a business trip, stop calling me—"

"You've gone and made headlines celebrating someone else's birthday, do you think I'm blind?"

On the other end of the phone, Hector's tone was both playful and angry.

"Sis, I remember you don't care for the news. Was it Ivy who complained to you?"

"Let her pick up the phone, I'll talk to her."

I took the phone.

A woman's soft moan came from the other end.

My sister-in-law's eyes filled with tears.

"Ivy, after your body recovers in a week, just leave."

After being discharged from the hospital, I didn't cry or make a scene.

Surprisingly, Hector transferred some living expenses to me via Meta.

This was the first time in seven years that he had lowered his head to me.

I couldn't defend myself and fell to the ground, the knife cutting a wound on my wrist.

I stared at the wound absentmindedly as I heard Hector's cold voice.

“Apologize to Eva!”

When I remained unmoved, Hector pulled me up and shoved me in front of Eva.

Isn't it just an apology?

I picked up the fruit knife from the ground, pressed it against the previous wound, and looked up at Hector with a faint smile.

“Is this apology enough for you? If not, I can—”

“Enough, Ivy!”

Seeing the blood pouring from my wrist, a trace of worry flashed in Hector's eyes as he snatched the fruit knife away.

“Are you crazy?”

He noticed the dense scars on my wrist.

His voice trembled.

“Why do you have so many wounds on your hand?”

In the past seven years, Hector had frequently brought women back.

Each woman was trouble in her own way.

They, like Eva, loved to play games of framing and rubbing salt into my wounds.

Some of the scars were left by Hector's lovers, while others were left by Hector defending his lovers.

Hector stared at my wrist for a long time, long enough that I thought he might remember where the scars came from.

But unexpectedly, a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Ivy, got a new trick? Can't catch me cheating, so now you're cutting yourself to get my attention, right?”