"If it weren't for Ethan dumping 99,999,999 dollars on her, how could she, a stiff-faced actress, have made it this far?"
Vivian Hart, Hart...
99,999,999...
If it weren’t for them, I probably would still be in the dark.
What lucky number, what lasting love — it was all just Ethan's obsession with Vivian Hart!
And I, for him, had been pregnant 99 times. I was the joke.
My vision went dark as I lost too much blood, falling into unconsciousness.
When I woke up again, I had been brought to the hospital by a kind stranger.
The doctor looked at my report, hesitant to speak.
I calmly said, "Doctor, just tell me, I can take it."
The doctor sighed, his face heavy.
"To save your life, we had to remove your uterus."
"Ms. Quinn, you will never be able to get pregnant again."
I gently touched my flat stomach, feeling no strong emotions.
Aside from not being able to have children, my right leg had a compound fracture.
I didn't return home, instead staying in the hospital for a while.
During this time, Ethan never sent a single message.
Instead, I saw photos of him and Vivian Hart on the entertainment headlines.