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"Oh, Star... this time you really can't leave me anymore..." He murmured to himself, recalling the time of captivity. At that time, he deliberately did not take any contraceptive measures, intending to make her pregnant. He knew that with Star's personality, once she was pregnant, she would never easily choose to give up. And this child would become the key bond that brought them back together.
It seemed that the matters in New York had to be resolved properly and quickly! With this thought, he became increasingly anxious and instinctively pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and quickly lit it. He took a deep drag, but because he inhaled too quickly and too much, he was choked by the thick smoke, triggering a violent coughing fit.
However, this sudden coughing did not stop his reckless behavior; instead, it made his emotions even more excited and agitated. Finally, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions within him and tilted his head back to the sky, letting out a deafening laugh: "Hahaha..." The laughter echoed in the air as if it were going to break through the clouds, drawing curious glances from those nearby.
My early pregnancy symptoms were becoming increasingly intense, almost unbearable. I felt nauseous and exhausted every day, had no appetite, and my sleep quality was terrible. Frequent and severe morning sickness tormented me, causing me to lose weight significantly in just a few days.
My aunt watched with concern and urged me multiple times to think carefully about this issue. She worried that the child would become a burden in my future, affecting my life and development. However, I had already made up my mind. Even if this child might not have a father's companionship, I would firmly take on the responsibilities of a mother and strive to be a good mom to raise him.
Yet the hardships of pregnancy were indescribable. Especially when night fell and I lay alone in bed, an inexplicable sense of emptiness surged over me like a tide, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. Every night felt like a long battle; I struggled to sleep while my thoughts raced like wild horses. The changes in my body, worries about the future, and hormonal fluctuations made sleep so difficult. Countless nights I lay wide awake staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds as they passed by while my exhaustion showed no signs of easing.
After enduring such torment, I ultimately succeeded in making myself ill. One night deep into the early hours, I suddenly felt completely drained of energy as if all my strength had been siphoned away; my head felt unusually heavy as if it were burdened with a thousand pounds, and my lower abdomen began to ache faintly.
I thought something was wrong and quickly called out loudly to my father who was fast asleep. When he woke up and saw my pained expression, he panicked and grabbed his phone to dial 120 for emergency help. Meanwhile, I could only clutch my belly tightly with my hands and weakly lie on the sofa in the living room.
After finishing the call, my father hurried over to me, touched my forehead with concern on his face, and said anxiously: "Child, you have a fever!" He then rushed to open the refrigerator door, rummaging for fever-reducing patches, quickly tearing open the packaging to apply one on me in hopes of cooling me down physically through this method.
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