Lament for the Lost Child, Too Late for Regret

Synopsis

At three months pregnant, I was suffering from severe morning sickness and had a serious craving for pineapples. But because of James Carter's extreme mysophobia, I held back from eating that kind of fruit. Today, at a get-together with my girlfriends, they felt bad for me and insisted on calling him to see if he'd make an exception for me. The call went through, but a woman picked up instead. "James is busy right now. Hang on a second." Right after, one of my friends spotted a video James's first girlfriend had just posted on her feed. In the video, James, who was always so refined and meticulous, didn't even take off his coat. He peeled a Golden pineapple, trying hard not to gag, and handed it to that woman's lips with a look of deep concern in his eyes. When I got home that night, James saw the video on my phone. Instead of explaining, he looked annoyed. He said, "She just had surgery and lost her appetite. I was taking care of her. Do you really have to blow this out of proportion? "You're pregnant now, so try to be more sensible. Stop picking up all this drama from your friends." James tossed his credit card onto the table. "Go buy it yourself tomorrow. I'm letting you have one, so quit whining." I didn't even look at the card. I just got up and went back to my room. As I walked away, I pulled out the ultrasound results showing the baby had stopped growing, crumpled them up, and threw them in the trash.