The hardships of my years of hard work came to mind again.
The person in front of me was not only my lover but also the star I had brought to fame.
Ian carried our shared dreams.
How could it be easy for me to let him go?
But Julia had indeed become an obstacle I couldn't get over in my heart.
I shook my head resolutely. "Let go, Ian. Don't keep entangling me."
I gritted my teeth and freed myself from him, forcing myself not to look into his eyes.
With the pain in my heart hard to suppress, I turned and left, suddenly feeling dizzy, and then everything went black.
I fainted. When I woke up again, I found myself in the hospital.
Ian was holding my hand anxiously, his eyes bloodshot. "Morgan, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Please don't leave me, okay?"
I was shocked to touch my stomach, pinching the report and reading it several times before I confirmed that it was all true.
The little life in my belly seemed to flick.
Ian also touched my belly and said almost pleadingly, "Morgan, can you bear the baby to be born without a father? Let's continue to live well, okay?"
I closed my eyes and didn't push him away again, tears flowing down the corners of my eyes.
Perhaps the baby came here to ask me to give him another chance.
Ian really changed.
He began to work hard and often caught a plane back to accompany me at midnight, even though he was very busy.
He would study parenting knowledge carefully and even make nutritious meals for me.
We tacitly did not mention Julia again.
He tried to give me a sense of security with his actions.
I knew he was pleasing me deliberately, even making up for me, but I couldn't help but soften my heart.
That day, I got up and saw him sleeping on the sofa again, holding his phone tightly in his hand, which was a baby's photo synthesized with our pictures by the software.
I couldn't help but choke, waking him up.
He opened his eyes, looking quite nervous. "What's wrong? Are you felling unwell? Let's go to the hospital now."
Ian held me and walked out. I shook my head, pointing to the photo to explain that I was okay.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Morgan, I really want to change myself. Give me another chance, okay? I want to take good care of you and our baby."
Having grown up with a single mother, I couldn't help but feel emotional.
I understood the feeling of not having a father too well.