Chapter 4

Lena hurriedly knocked over the glass of water on her bedside table. The sound of shattering glass instantly caught Micah's attention. He rushed to her side without sparing another glance at the doctor, concern and distress written all over his face. "Baby, are you awake? Are you in pain?" She gently shook her head. Her gaze drifted past him to the doctor, who seemed hesitant to speak. Only then did Micah breathe a sigh of relief. He then turned to the doctor and said, "Doctor, what did you say just now? I didn't catch it." He couldn't shake the feeling that he had missed something important. Lena subtly shook her head just as the doctor was about to speak. The doctor caught on and sighed before saying, "The patient needs to rest." With that, he left the ward. Only Lena and Micah were left in the VIP ward now. Micah's eyes were filled with distress. He extended his hand and tried to caress Lena's face, but she turned her head away and avoided his touch. He seemed to realize something and immediately apologized in a coaxing tone, "I'm sorry, Lena. It was all my fault. I didn't notice that you also fell down the stairs. I thought… "Thank goodness you and the baby are okay. I would never forgive myself otherwise. I promise this won't ever happen again. Please don't be mad at me, okay?" Lena looked at Micah's eyes. The look in his eyes was one of genuine fear and regret. In that moment, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of irony. Every word he said sounded so sincere. However, which part was true, and which part was a lie? "I'm tired." She pulled her hand away and closed her eyes. She was unwilling to play along with his performance any longer. Micah never left her side during her stay at the hospital. He even personally made soup for her and spoonfed her. He accompanied her through every medical examination and memorized every instruction from the doctor. He would wake up from her slightest movement at night and immediately ask if she needed anything too. Even the nurses said they had never seen such a devoted husband. However, Lena remained quiet and distant. She often stared blankly out the window. Micah assumed it was the hormonal swings of pregnancy and became more attentive in caring for her. On the day of her discharge, he prepared an elaborate surprise. He took her to the most luxurious restaurant and booked the entire top floor so she could dine peacefully. After dinner, he accompanied her through every luxury boutique. He would buy anything she glanced at for more than a moment without hesitation. As night fell, dazzling fireworks suddenly lit the sky over the river, forming the words "I love you." "Do you like it?" Micah wrapped his arms around Lena from behind and rested his chin on her head. "I specially planned it for you." Lena stared at the brilliant fireworks and was momentarily transported back to when he'd used to do these things to make her smile and believe she was the happiest woman in the world. However, the illusion shattered when she unconsciously rested her hand on her lower abdomen. "What's wrong?" Micah noticed her stiffness and gently turned her around to face him. "You haven't seemed happy lately. I'm really worried." He held her face and gently brushed her cheeks with his thumbs. "Do you want to see a therapist? Prenatal depression is very common. You don't have to go through this alone. Talk to me if something's bothering you, okay?" Lena looked into his sincere eyes and suddenly asked, "Can you promise to be just as honest with me if I'm willing to be completely honest with you?" Micah was slightly stunned. Then, he smiled. "Of course, Baby. We're husband and wife. Honesty is a given." Lena took a deep breath. "Then let me ask you this. I heard you had a first love you were deeply attached to—someone you never truly got over, even after breaking up after all these years." She looked him straight in the eyes. "Have you let her go now?" Micah's expression instantly turned to stone.