Chapter 2

I didn't say a word. Marcus just tossed the bag of diapers onto the nightstand.

"Is this really worth giving me the silent treatment for three days? You wouldn't answer my calls or texts—I had to come all the way to the hospital myself."

"Come on, stop being so dramatic. Sienna almost didn't make it that day. She cried so hard her eyes swelled up."

"Can't you be a little more understanding? You're always making a big deal out of nothing."

Understanding?

My abdomen cramped sharply.

"She almost missed it and cried her eyes out, but I actually missed the hospital and my baby died—what should I be crying about?"

Marcus's face instantly darkened.

"Rain! Are you ever going to let this go?"

"Death this, death that—it's almost New Year's. Can you watch your mouth? What kind of lies are you willing to tell just to play the victim?"

"Your stomach's still swollen and you're telling me the baby's dead? You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?"

My stomach was indeed still swollen right after the induced labor.

But he couldn't be bothered to lift the blanket and look. Couldn't be bothered to ask the doctor. Couldn't even be bothered to glance at the medical chart by the bed.

Just then, the hospital room door swung open.

"Oh Marcus! I told you your wife would be fine, but you just had to rush over here. I didn't even finish my boba tea."

Sienna barged in with her usual careless swagger.

She held two cups of boba tea in one hand and a half-eaten candied hawthorn stick in the other.

As soon as she saw Marcus, she shoved the sticky, sugar-covered stick right up to his mouth.

"This one's gross. Help me finish it."

Marcus opened his mouth without hesitation, didn't even frown, and shot her an indulgent look.

"Such a waste of food."

The scene made my eyes sting.

Sienna wiped her hands on his shirt and sauntered over to my bedside.

"I heard you peed your pants? Well, you're pregnant, so things get loose down there. It's normal."

"That's exactly why I never want to have kids. Being a pampered wife sounds nice, but it's really not. Having friends is enough for me."

She said she wasn't making fun of me, but her eyes were full of mocking delight.

"But you really are too inconsiderate."

"If it weren't for Marcus's driving skills, taking me on that wild ride, I would've missed my idol that day."

"Do you know how important that day was to me? That's an idol I've loved for ten years!"

The more she talked, the more worked up she got—as if my emergency call on the highway that day was some unforgivable crime.

I gripped the bedsheet so hard my nails dug into my palms.

"I asked him to clear the emergency lane for me. It was a life-or-death situation—not the same as you chasing after some celebrity."

Sienna froze for a second, then dramatically rolled her eyes.

"Marcus, see! I told you she's petty. Now she's making this into some moral issue."

"Aren't all lanes there to serve the people? I'm people too! I was in a rush to see my idol—how is that not an emergency?"

Marcus looked at her with pure adoration, then turned to me with cold eyes.

"Sienna's blunt. She doesn't think before she speaks. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

"Besides, you were in the wrong that day. Everyone was waiting in line—why should you get special treatment?"

"Emergency lanes are for people with real emergencies, not for people who panic over every little thing."

I looked at them both and felt nothing but bitter irony.

My poor baby, on that frozen highway, slowly stopped breathing. Never moved again.

And his father had escorted his female friend to a concert, clearing the way and protecting her the whole time.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

"Get out."