["How can you be so shameless?"]
Emily looked at me with an air of superiority, sitting down opposite me without waiting for an invitation.
["What do you mean?"]

I looked at her impatiently, not wanting to have anything to do with her or Jason.
["We clearly gave you half a million bucks. Why are you still occupying that house?"]
We?
I almost laughed, ["Is this Jason's idea? Changed his mind about the house? Shouldn't a big boss like him be above caring about this amount of money?"]
She hesitated for a moment but quickly regained her haughty tone, ["The house was always Jason's. You better know your place."]
Seeing the meeting time approaching, I ignored her, just told her to leave.

Emily leaned back slightly, glancing at her manicure. ["Don't bother waiting."]
["I was the one who asked to meet you today."]
My lips pressed tight, suppressing my anger at being played, ["I don't have your kind of free time, Ms. Roberts. I'll take my leave."]
["Oh dear,"] she said, fake concern dripping, ["You actually have to work? Not like me—Jason won't let me do anything, just focus on resting during my pregnancy."]

["Oops! Forgot,"] she added, covering her face in feigned shyness, ["Not everyone can be as pretty as me, right? Just a plain Jane like you!"]
A strong whiff of her pretentious attitude hit me.
I pretended to be surprised, ["Did you time-travel from the 1950s? The era of the independent woman is here, yet you're still define your worth through a man!"]
Her face showed unmistakable embarrassment.
Probably trying to save face, she forced another smile, ["Can't blame Jason for loving me too much, he won't let me lift a finger. Hates seeing me work or suffer. Guess someone who's never felt that wouldn't understand."]
["Though,"] she smirked, ["can't really blame you."]
I put my bag down, no longer in a hurry to leave.
["Oh? If he loved you so much, why didn't he chase you overseas?"]
["I heard your family didn't approve of you two at first. Changed their minds? Oh right, because he's rich now."]
["How long have you been the other woman? How could he bear to do that?"]
Before I could finish, Emily anxiously retorted eith that famous line, ["The one who's not loved is the real mistress!"]
Watching her flustered reaction, I felt increasingly amused and said slowly, ["Since you weren't sneaking around... could it be you're carrying someone else's kid and just found Jason to play daddy?"]
I was just teasing her, purely to irritate her.
She reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, her tone turning sharp, ["You're the real outsider here! He never loved you—otherwise, how do you think you lost your baby?"]
My smile vanished. my lips forming a tight line hands unconsciously clenching into fists, ["What did you say?"]
Emily's excited expression instantly shifted to panic. ["I... nothing... I should go."]
I pressed down on her shoulder, my eyes burning, hands trembling uncontrollably. ["Are you saying Jason caused me to lose my baby?"]
["No... No!"] She kept shaking her head, roughly shoving my hand away, scrambling off like a scared rabbit.
I collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly ahead, my mind in chaos.
My heart ached unbearably. The pain bringing tears streamed down my neck. Every pore screaming.
Why? Why deprive him of the right to come into this world?
Such a perfect little life.
I seemed to feel again that moment he left my body.
In that instant, everything felt hollow, a piece of my heart missing.
["Mommy, that lady looks so sad."]
A little girl whispered to her mom as they passed.
I couldn't no longer hold it in anymore, breaking down into sobs.
July, even at night, the air was filled with stifling heat.
The 25th floor—a height I had carefully chosen. Loved leaning on the railing, looking down at the city, as if all the noise had nothing to do with me.
I always enjoyed being alone.