My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 78

Watching their retreating figures, a sharp, needle-like pain pricked my heart.

Yet, I couldn't help but find it all deeply ironic.

In my past life, I had gotten my wish to marry Hank, but it never brought the happiness I'd hoped for.

On my birthday, I had wished for nothing more than to spend a simple day with him.

Instead, he said, "Birthdays are a waste of time. I'm busy; I don't have time for you."

Later, I saw pictures of him and Lauren hiking and camping together in her WhatsApp updates.

When I had a severe stomach ulcer and asked him to accompany me to the hospital for a checkup, he replied, "I'm not a doctor. Even if I go with you, it won't make you better. Stop bothering me."

Later, I saw him accompanying Lauren to the hospital for something as trivial as a cold.

When I was eight months pregnant and got into a car accident that caused massive bleeding, the doctor called him urgently to come to the hospital and sign the surgical consent forms.

His response was, "Is she dead? If not, don't bother me."

As his words fell, Lauren's excited voice came through the phone, "Hank, this concert was so worth it! They're all on stage now..."

The call ended abruptly, and blood continued to flow uncontrollably beneath me, soaking half the bed in no time.

Recalling the wrenching pain in my chest before I died in my past life, I could barely breathe.

Clutching my aching heart, I forced a pale smile.

Hank Dawson, if you don't love me, then I won't love you anymore either.

That night, Marco walked me home, just in time to meet the curfew set by my father.

The next morning, I groggily reached for my phone to check the time.

Lauren's message was right there, glaringly prominent.

She had sent a photo of Hank sleeping at her place, with the caption: "Hank stayed over at my house last night to keep me company."

Looking at her message, I didn't feel a single ripple of emotion. I simply replied, "Oh."