I accidentally overheard my fiancé talking to his childhood friend: "If I don’t marry a well-bred lady from a family of equal status, should I marry Sienna, who can’t even bear children?" "Don’t worry, I’ve already spoiled her appetite. Even if she finds out, she won’t leave me. At most, I’ll just buy her a few bags." Yet, I was still holding the pregnancy test report in my hand, showing that I was two months pregnant, with everything normal. Just a second ago, I was planning to give this joy as a birthday gift to Jasper, but now I couldn't muster the strength to push open the door of the private room. Memories flooded in like a tide. Back then, to be with me, he pretended to be a poor student for two years. Jasper, a wealthy second-generation who had grown tired of five-star hotels, could devour two big bowls of the plain noodles I cooked. We embraced and kissed in our cheap rented apartment, under the dim glow of a fluorescent light, he slipped a can tab onto my ring finger and made a promise. "Sienna, my wife in this lifetime can only be you." Later, when enemies came looking for him, I risked my life to take a bullet for him and lost my ability to bear children. Later still, the soda can ring on my ring finger was replaced by an expensive custom-made diamond ring. He flaunted me in the high society’s glitzy circles, and the luxury goods he gave me piled up like a small mountain. While everyone was singing praises about the reality of a high-ranking official’s story, the romance between the prince and the common girl, the reality was so cruel. "It’s been seven years. Do you really have the heart to let Sienna be your mistress? After all, she was once the campus belle." Jasper took a deep drag of his cigarette, his tone casual. "Seven years, I’ve long been tired of it. If it weren’t for her taking that bullet for me…" His finger, flicking the ash, paused slightly, then he forcefully crushed the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray. "But that scar is really ugly. Several times I saw it and just lost it." The piercing laughter instantly rang out, with the heart-wrenching words drilling into my ears one by one. "That won't do. The Lu family is relying on you to carry on the family line." "So Jasper found a fiancée, but she’s not even close to Sienna in terms of looks." "Isn’t that perfect? The older one is virtuous, the younger one is beautiful. Jasper is about to enjoy the blessings of both." Jasper let out a scoff, tacitly agreeing with the other person's words. Indeed, such things are quite normal for their circle, and the only abnormal one is me, who has never belonged to their circle. Clutching the pregnancy test result in my hand, a wave of bitterness welled up in my heart. If it weren’t for this child, I think I could have kicked the door open without hesitation, slapped Jasper, and then pretended to leave with a carefree air. But now, the doctor's words echoed clearly in my mind. "Miss Jiang, due to your unique constitution and the severe injuries you sustained before, this might be the only child you’ll ever have." In the end, I still didn’t have the courage to enter. Instead, I sent a message to Jasper, saying I wasn’t feeling well, and then hurriedly made my way home. As soon as I got home, Jasper called. His voice carried a hint of drunkenness, and there was a faint trace of displeasure. "What’s wrong? You’re not coming to my birthday party?" "My stomach hurts a bit…" "Here we go again, are you going to say the place where you were shot hurts?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed to take an impatient deep breath, while someone nearby fanned the flames with their words. "How could that be? What if my sister-in-law is pregnant?" Hearing this, Jasper sneered and mocked, "Oh really? Are you pregnant?" I took a deep breath, suppressing the dull pain in my heart, and retorted in a fit of pique, "Yes." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a burst of raucous laughter. Jasper actually put the call on speakerphone. "Sienna, I've spoiled you too much." Just before the call was hung up, I seemed to hear someone say that since the younger one didn’t come, it was just right to let the older one come. Those faint words suddenly gave me the resolve to leave Jasper. It's just this child... The suitcase was already on the ground, but suddenly I didn't know where to start. I don't know how long I hesitated, so long that my limbs started to go numb, when my phone suddenly buzzed. Opening it, I saw a picture sent by Jasper's childhood friend. Although it was quickly retracted, I still clearly saw the two people in the photo. It was Jasper, with a delicately dressed and fair-faced girl in his arms. Truly, the small one doesn’t go, but the big one does.