In the fifth year of our marriage, I got pregnant, and Fu Chi wept with joy.
Everyone said I was lucky, that I had married an up-and-coming tycoon like Fu Chi.
But no one ever mentioned the actress he was keeping on the side.
It was as if everyone had forgotten that I, too, was the girl he had confessed to at seventeen, his eyes red-rimmed with emotion.
Behind his back, one of his friends warned him, “You’re being such a bastard. Aren’t you afraid Xu Man will divorce you?”
Fu Chi had nothing to fear. He only gave a lazy smile and said, “She won’t.”
Later, without making a scene or saying a word, I aborted the child.
When the news got out, Fu Chi flew back from London overnight.