Liked By My Husband-Her Pregnancy Post with Him - Chapter 7

I didn’t want to go back to the city, so I booked a hotel nearby.

It wasn’t until I checked in that I realized, I’d stayed in this exact room before. With Jack.

Senior year of college, we had just started dating.

On New Year’s Eve, my mom lost her temper over something trivial and took it out on me. I don’t remember what she said, just the sting of her words and the sharp crack of her hand.

At midnight, Jack called. I forced a smile, pretending everything was fine.

The next morning, my mom took one look at my swollen eyes and called me an ill omen. Then she and my dad took my brother out to make New Year’s visits, leaving me alone.

I sat there, numb, staring at nothing, until my phone buzzed with a message from Jack:

“Look outside.”

I got up, walked to the window, and there he was.

Jack had taken an overnight train, bringing nothing but his phone. He said he heard something off in my voice and couldn’t sit still. He needed to see me, to make sure I was okay.

When I appeared at the window, he looked up and smiled at me, soft, warm, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

And just like that, the ice in my heart melted.

That whole day, we wandered the snow-covered streets near my home, hand in hand. The cold bit at my skin, but with him, I felt nothing but warmth.

That night, we stayed in this very room. Fireworks lit up the sky outside. We sat by the window, watching, sharing secrets.

Then Jack turned to me, his gaze serious.

“Lily, let’s get married after graduation,” he said. “Let’s be each other’s family. I want to be with you, always.”

A sharp knock on the door yanked me out of the past.

I frowned. I hadn’t ordered room service.

When I opened the door, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.

Jack stood there in a dark gray coat, tall and familiar.

For a second, I was too stunned to move. Then it hit me, my travel app was still linked to his email. He must have tracked my booking.

He thought I’d be touched that he came all this way.

I wasn’t.

“I won’t change my mind,” I said coolly. “Don’t waste your time.”

His face fell, but he shook his head and softened his voice. “Lily, you’ve been mad at me for so long. Isn’t it time to let it go? I miss you. Let’s go home.”

I stared at him. “I’m not mad, Jack.”

His brow furrowed. “Then, ”

“I just don’t want to see you again. Please leave.”

He didn’t move. Instead, he dropped his pride and pleaded. “I know I messed up. But I swear, it only happened once. I fired Emma. I’ll never see her again. Just… please, Lily. Believe me.”

I exhaled slowly. “I believe you.”

Relief flickered in his eyes, until I added, “But the divorce has nothing to do with Emma.”

Confusion tightened his expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Even if you never cheat again, I still won’t love you.” I looked him dead in the eye. “Jack, we’re not right for each other.”

He let out a hollow laugh, like I’d just told the world’s funniest joke. “Not right for each other? Lily, you used to say we were the perfect match.”

I smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in it. “Oh? Didn’t you also say, at our wedding, that you’d love and protect me for life? Did you?”

Jack flinched.

“Or how about those nights after I downed glass after glass for you at business dinners?”

“When I came home with migraines so bad I couldn’t sleep, and you held me and swore that once we had money, you’d never let me suffer like that again? Did you keep that promise?”

Silence.

His jaw tightened. Guilt flickered across his face.

Jack and I both had low alcohol tolerance, but in the early days of his startup, business dinners meant endless toasts. He had to drink, had to keep up appearances.

So I drank for him.

I was the one who made deals over those dinner tables. The one who walked away with long-term clients while he stumbled home, too drunk to stand.

He had seen me wince at every pounding headache. He had seen me swallow down nausea and exhaustion, all for his sake.

He knew. He knew it all.

Yet for Emma, he let Mr. Chen shove a drink in my hand. He let me suffer, just to appease some client.

Love like that doesn’t just crack, it shatters.

And the vows we once whispered in this very room?

Nothing but empty words now.