The 20th Book by Ailichangshuyang

For three years, he used me as a substitute. The name he whispered in bed was always that of his first love.

When my adoptive mother was critically ill, he blocked me after thirty unanswered calls. Yet he braved a typhoon and crossed the city just to buy his first love a bowl of sweet soup.

Only when he kicked my pregnant belly himself, then brought his first love and her bastard child home, did I finally give up on him.