The busy hospital corridor was filled with the sounds of footsteps. Some people were there to visit loved ones, while others were there for a check-up.
Jane sat restlessly on a bench, waiting for her test results. Just then, the door of a doctor's room burst open.
"Mrs. Jane Anderson!"
She jumped to her feet. "It's me," she said.
The nurse looked at her and smiled. "Follow me," she instructed.
Jane walked into the doctor's room, full of anticipation.
"Mrs. Anderson, here is your report. Congratulations. You're having sextuplets," the doctor informed her with a wide smile.
Jane was shocked. She stood still, unable to believe what she had just heard. "Pregnant? With six babies?" she whispered.
"Yes, Ms. Anderson. You're the first person in a long time at this hospital to be carrying sextuplets. It's rare. Congratulations!"
Leaving the hospital, Jane stared at the strange images on the ultrasound report, her mind still reeling. She and Logan had only been intimate once. How could she be pregnant with six babies?
Before she could fully process the surprise, her phone beeped with a text message from an unknown number. She picked it up, and a picture filled her screen: Logan on his private yacht, being intimate with a woman in a bikini. Seeing the picture, Jane's eyes blazed with fury.
She walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi. "Please drop me off at the Anderson private yacht." she said.
Half an hour later
Watching Logan laugh and drink champagne with the other woman, Jane's blood boiled. She walked over, snatched the glass from the woman's hand, and splashed the contents all over her head.
"Ah! What are you doing? You crazy woman!" the woman shrieked. After seeing Jane, she seemed to understand the situation and her expression turned mocking. "Where did you crawl out from, you ugly bitch? Do you even know where you are?"
"I'm the legitimate wife of the man sitting across from you. Do I really need to introduce myself?" Jane asked, her eyes burning with anger yet radiating an inexplicable calmness.
"You--"
"If you want to take my place so badly, shouldn't you wait until I'm divorced? Otherwise, you'll always be a dirty little secret. Or, should I call the cops right now?" Jane said, pulling out her phone, her eyes full of warning.
The bikini-clad woman was about to make her debut in the modeling industry and didn't want to be involved in a scandal. She glanced at Logan, who remained indifferent and emotionless.
"I'll go change," the woman said, quickly leaving. As she walked away, she bumped hard into Jane, mumbling, "disgusting country girl."
Jane's shoulder arched in pain from the forceful push, and she almost fell, but she saved herself by holding onto a nearby wall. A sharp pain shot through her leg, but it was nothing compared to the way her heart had been stabbed by Logan's betrayal.
Jane walked over and sat opposite Logan, her face cold. "Had enough fun?" she asked.
"As long as you're around, I'll never have enough," he said, a playful, cynical smile on his handsome face.
"Logan, you're pathetic!" Jane declared.
"How dare you? When you schemed and climbed into my bed, didn't you think that was more pathetic? Or is climbing into beds an acceptable and respectable hobby for a woman like you?" his sneer pierced her heart, and his words tore through her soul and dignity.
She raised her hand to slap him, but he grabbed it before she could and pushed her away ruthlessly. "Jane, I have never seen a woman more shameless than you. On what grounds do you expect me to care for you? You are nothing but a scheming, disgusting slut!"
"Logan, I told you back then that you were the one who forced me because you were drunk. No matter what I do even if I rip my chest open, dig out my heart, and give it to you you'll never see my sincerity and love." She straightened up as she spoke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her heart ached, but she took a deep breath. "Do you hate me that much?"
"A country bumpkin like you? What makes you think I could ever love you?" Logan retorted, amusement lacing his voice.
Jane frowned, a hint of anxiety appearing on her usually calm face. "Then why did you marry me?"
"If it weren't for the friendship between our families, do you think I'd even look at a peasant like you? I only did it for the truce," Logan replied, not bothering to sugarcoat the truth.
"So, you'll never love me?" she asked.
"Don't ever mention the word 'love.' It's insulting!"
A flicker of hurt flashed across Jane's delicate face. She clenched her fists. "In that case, let's divorce!"
Logan paused his swirling of a wine glass. "Finally, some good news. You'd agree to that?" he asked.
"Since you'll never be faithful to this marriage, why should I cling to it?" she countered.
"For once, you're being sensible. But what about my grandfather?"
"Don't worry, I won't say anything. Once the divorce is finalized, you can explain it however you want!" Jane said.
Logan looked at her with a newfound interest. This girl, from a rural background, was pretty enough but completely lacking in charm. If he could part ways with her amicably, it would be ideal. "I'll give you some compensation..." he started.
"No need!" Jane interrupted directly. "I'm not short on money, and I won't take yours!"
Logan didn't push it. "Alright, I respect your decision," he conceded.
The negotiation was over. Jane stood to leave but stopped after a few steps, turning back to look at him. "I'm not regretting it," she said, as if reading his mind. "He wasn't a good husband. He won't be a good father anyway!"
With those words, she turned and walked away unaware that a slip of the report paper had fallen from her hand.
Moments after she left, Logan stood up, his face expressionless as he walked towards his car. He had always waited for the day he could finally divorce her, but now… something didn't feel right. A strange emptiness settled in his chest. He shook it off.
After both had gone, a slender figure stepped out from the shadows and picked up the fallen test report. Her eyes scanned the page, and her expression darkened. She pulled out her phone, dialing a number.
When the line connected, she said coldly,
"I have a job for you."
***
After signing the divorce papers, Jane stood beneath the dim lights of the pub, swaying slightly as she raised another glass to her lips. Though she still moved, it was clear the alcohol was taking its toll.
"Fuck you, Logan!" she slurred, laughing bitterly as tears threatened to spill. She kept drinking.
She had given everything her heart, her loyalty believing he might one day love her back. She was wrong. With no family to turn to, he had been her only anchor. And now… she was pregnant. Not with one baby. But six babies growing inside her.
How could someone so broken raise even one?
The room spun.
Her grip loosened.
Her heart pounded as a wave of unnatural heat flooded her chest. Her vision doubled.
Something was wrong.
Her knees buckled just as the glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor.
She collapsed.
Moments later, a man in a dark hoodie walked up, glancing around before crouching beside her.
"She's ready," he murmured into a burner phone, then lifted her effortlessly into his arms and disappeared through the back exit.