She is an obstetrician. She once had a love that left a lasting mark on her heart, but in the end it couldn't withstand the interference of a mistress. She signed the divorce papers and walked away, heartbroken, with their unborn child.
He is a business legend who, too, once loved deeply. But cruel reality struck: his beloved wife died, and so did their son, who had been born less than two months earlier.
They had met a few times, and she remembered him well. When his wife came in for prenatal checkups, he never accompanied her. When she went into labor and needed his signature, he was nowhere to be found. She had assumed he was an irresponsible husband, but...
In the intensive care unit, he knelt beside his beloved wife's bed, sobbing as he said, "Other people can have babies without complications. Why couldn't we?"
She had heard those words before, working in obstetrics for so many years, but they still pierced her heart.
A year later, she ran into him at a coffee shop and asked bluntly, "Would you like to be my daughter's stepfather?"
She didn't know everything about him, but she knew his wife had died of an amniotic fluid embolism and that their son had not survived resuscitation either. He had lost both his beloved wife and son within two months. She had been part of the resuscitation efforts and would never forget what his wife said to her before she died. She would never tell him that secret.
He recognized her too. He didn't find her words offensive, and after a moment of surprise, he said coolly, "A year ago, I lost my wife and child."
"I know. I'm divorced and have a daughter. If you're willing, meet me at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow at nine. You can be late, but if you don't show up by ten, I'll find someone else." With that, she walked out of the coffee shop.
