From Caged Plaything to Gone in Three Days
Language: en
At the welcome-home banquet for his first love, Ashton made me drink an entire glass of liquor just to make her happy. I was pregnant, and the pain in my abdomen was unbearable. Blood stained my white dress. But he was too busy hand-feeding caviar to his first love while his friends egged him on. As I lost consciousness, I heard his contemptuous laugh. "Don't worry about her. She's just a plaything. She can't survive without me." When I woke up in the hospital, I touched my now-flat stomach and wanted to send him the miscarriage report. But I found that he'd changed his profile picture to…