Chapter 3

I barely slept a wink all night.

Johnson, on the other hand, was asleep, his breathing even, one arm still draped over my waist.

Even though I'd rejected him, he still habitually protected me.

As soon as dawn broke, he quietly got up.

I pretended to be asleep, peeking at him through narrowed eyes.

He tiptoed to the kitchen, cooked oatmeal, fried eggs and bacon.

Johnson then quickly ate his portion, leaving mine warming in the pot.

He walked to the door, then turned back, kissing my forehead very lightly.

After the door closed, I waited a few minutes, then immediately got up.

Ignoring breakfast, I put on a mask and went to the pharmacy to buy two different brands of pregnancy tests.

Back home, I rushed into the bathroom, my hands shaking so much I almost couldn't open the packaging.

Those few minutes of waiting were the longest minutes of my life.

Two lines. Both tests showed two lines.

I sat on the toilet, my legs too weak to stand.

I really was pregnant.

Everything the comments said was true.

[Told you, pregnancy confirmed!]

[Female lead, Moore, is almost here!]

[The villainess's good days are over. Once the male lead regains his memory, she'll be the first one he kicks out, for lying to him for so long.]

I suddenly remembered the first time I met Johnson.

He was in an accident at a construction site and was sent to the hospital, the back of his head covered in blood.

But that face, that demeanor—you could tell he wasn't an ordinary person.

I was possessed, and when he woke up, I told him, "I covered your fifty thousand dollars in medical bills. I'm your lifesaver."

I thought he'd be eternally grateful and give me hundreds of thousands, or even millions, as a reward.

Instead, he honestly said, "Thank you, but I'm just a construction worker... I'll work hard to pay you back."

I was stunned then.

But his face was so handsome, and he was so compliant with me. Before I knew it, we were together.

Later, I quit my nurse job and let him support me.

I hated that he was poor, so I cursed him every day, made him do this and that, and constantly told him to "get out."

He never said a single "no."

Thinking back now, how could he be so good to me when I treated him so terribly?

I covered my face, unable to even cry aloud.

[Now you know how to cry? What were you doing before?]

[The villainess is also pitiful, vanity is fun for a while, but the crematorium is unavoidable.]

I came out of the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at my swollen eyes in the mirror.

No, I couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

The comments said I'd "use my pregnancy to throw tantrums, be clingy and refuse to let go." So I wouldn't throw tantrums, and I wouldn't be clingy.

I had to find a way to survive, and save my child.

But... would Johnson still be good to me, who had lied to him, after he regained his memory?

I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, suddenly remembering the things I used to yell at him.

"You're a loser," "I must have been blind to get with you," "You'll never be able to afford a house in your life."

He just remained silent then, and worked even harder, doing construction and running food deliveries.

I clutched my chest; it ached terribly.

In the afternoon, I forced myself to go grocery shopping, wanting to learn how to cook.

Before, Johnson always cooked when he came back. I never even stepped into the kitchen.

After two hours of struggling, I made a plate of completely burnt pork chops.

In the end, I ate two slices of bread for dinner.

When Johnson came home that evening, he saw the tidied apartment, then the bread and two plates of "dark cuisine" on the table. He froze.

"You... made these?" His voice was tight.

I lowered my head. "Yeah, try some."

He picked up a fork, ate a bite of the black pork chop, and swallowed it without changing his expression. "It's delicious."

My nose stung, and I almost cried.

He put down his utensils, frowning as he looked at my hands. "Don't do this anymore. I'll cook when I get back."

I shook my head hard. "You can't do everything... you're already so tired from work."

Johnson was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed my hand. "What's wrong with you?"

[Male lead, don't touch her!]

[This villainess suddenly got smart, is she faking it now?]

[Even if she does this, it won't change the fact that she lied to the male lead. He'll definitely settle scores with her when he regains his memory!]

I was startled and pulled my hand back. "N-nothing's wrong."

He looked at me, his eyes holding tenderness, confusion, and an emotion I couldn't quite place.

I was restless, terrified he'd see through me.