The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 2

His expression shifted—like he was dealing with an unreasonable child. 

"Oh, this is about the group chat, isn't it?"

He sighed, his tone light, like he was explaining something trivial. 

"Emily, before we got married, we agreed—this was just to keep our parents happy, right?"

"They're happy with the way things are. I'm happy."

"So what exactly are you unhappy about?"

Our marriage was never about love. Just obligation. 

The Harrison and Sinclair families had been close for generations.

But while our parents were practically family, Lucas and I barely knew each other. 

I had studied abroad in high school while he stayed behind.

We never talked, never kept in touch. 

Then, when I returned, our parents decided we were the perfect match. 

They pulled every trick in the book—crying, threatening, guilt-tripping. 

"This is the best decision for both of you!"

"We've paved the way for your future, and you're telling me you'd rather struggle?"

"That boyfriend of yours? Forget it. Over my dead body."

"Unless your father and I drop dead, this marriage is happening."

They were relentless. They took our credit cards, confiscated our phones, even stationed bodyguards outside our doors. 

Their only job? Making sure Lucas and I couldn't escape. 

In the end, I broke up with my boyfriend.

Gave in. Let them win. 

Right before we got our marriage license, Lucas had told me coldly, "Guess we're in this together. Just play along, and don't take it seriously."

I knew his heart belonged to Scarlett. 

But I never thought he'd be this blatant about it. 

Cheating was one thing. 

But secretly drugging me with birth control for three years—so I wouldn't get in the way of his real love life? 

It was disgusting. 

It was unforgivable. 

I took a deep breath, then asked the question I already knew the answer to. 

"So you're keeping this baby?"

Scarlett wouldn't have accepted all those wedding gifts if Lucas hadn't given her the green light. 

She wouldn't set herself up like that unless she was absolutely sure. 

Lucas clenched his jaw.

"Emily, I want a child."

My hand moved before I could think. 

The slap echoed through the room. 

It was all so ridiculous. 

I laughed—ugly, bitter laughter that mixed with my tears. 

Then I turned and stormed into the bedroom. 

The test results were still on the desk.

The lab report. The hospital's diagnosis. 

I grabbed the papers and hurled them at him. 

"Lucas, read it yourself.”

"The folic acid you gave me... it was birth control, wasn't it?" 

Lucas suddenly looked panicked, clutching both reports in his hands, flipping them back and forth. 

His voice trembled.

"Emily..." 

"You fed me birth control for three years, and now you're telling me you want a baby?" 

"If you were so desperate to have a kid with Scarlett, you could've just told me."

"I would've helped you keep it from our parents." 

"But instead, you disguised birth control as vitamins and tricked me into taking them." 

"I can handle anything—except you hurting me like this." 

I let out a cold laugh.

So, were you worried about me being upset?

Or were you just scared that if you told me the truth, you wouldn't get what you wanted? 

Lucas's selfishness, his deceit—it was all laid bare. 

And it made me sick. 

"Lucas, do you have any idea how much I blamed myself?"

"How much I tortured myself thinking something was wrong with me?" 

I slowly took the hospital report from his hands, pointing at the results. 

"The doctor said the hormones in my body are completely out of balance from all the birth control."

"I might never be able to have kids now." 

"You wanted to have a child with the person you love."

"Did it ever occur to you that I had the same right?" 

"Well, congratulations."

"You don't have to drug me anymore—I probably can't get pregnant anyway." 

My voice cracked.

More tears fell. 

My whole body shook from the weight of it all. 

"But it doesn't matter."

"Because there is no ‘us' anymore, Lucas. I hate you." 

The moment I saw the test results, I made an appointment to see a doctor. 

I needed to know the truth. 

And it was just as I feared—I couldn't escape the damage those pills had done to my body. 

When the doctor told me that my chances of conceiving were slim, I started hating Lucas. 

Now, that hatred has reached its peak. 

I will never forgive him.