Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

My heart was telling me that it was my son inside that bag.

At that moment, the writhing pain was almost choking me.

Once he pulled away, I grabbed the phone and ran out, no matter how weakened I was after the miscarriage. It didn’t even matter that I was bleeding from my lower body.

After I left, I had no idea which direction I should take, so I opted to run aimlessly down a path in the gate field.

All I knew was that I had to be as far away from that demon as possible.

I panicked. I was afraid Shane would come after me if he found out I was missing.

I pulled out my phone, hoping to call someone for help, but I wasn’t sure who to call at this hour. My phone was almost out of power, so I shouldn’t delay any longer. So I opted to call Louise Larson.

After several rings, she finally answered. On the other end of the line, I could hear the slightly hoarse voice of my good friend Louise. I realized I had woken her up. “Eve?”

“Lulu, I… Hey!”

The path along the farmland was narrow, so I accidentally slipped in a field, and was soon bathed in mud.

Carefully, I pulled myself up from the field. I realized that my shoes were missing and my phone had been turned off. Barefoot, I kept running as fast as my legs could carry me. I could feel the heat of my blood, running down my thighs, mixing with the mud on my legs.

It seemed like an eternity before I finally reached the main road. When I passed the restaurant where we had had lunch during the day, I finally realized that I was heading in the right direction.

So, I ran out of the scenic spot and onto the road. Soon I found myself walking along the mountain road. I didn’t dare to stop. I kept walking and walking until I felt my legs going numb.

The winding asphalt road was littered with my footprints, which silently narrated the story of my tragic experience.

The summer breeze was warm, but I felt cold from the inside.

Finally, I stopped halfway up the mountain. With a shrinking heart, I stared at the endless darkness at the foot of the mountain, feeling nothing but despair.

I had been married to Shane for two long years, but I never really saw through him.

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How blind and stupid I was to believe him! In a single night, I lost everything. If I didn’t know better, I would have jumped down the mountain and ended it all. But then I remembered my mother.

When my father died in a car accident, my mother went into a coma. For many painful years, all she had was me. If she lost me too, what would happen to her?

I also thought of a kind-hearted person named ‘Seagull’. During the years I went to school, he supported me financially and always talked to me on Whatsapp.

He often encouraged me to keep going and enlightened me in difficult times. On my way to adulthood, he was one of the few people who showed me kindness and warmth.

If I were to die like that, all her efforts over the years would be in vain. I had not even had the opportunity to meet him and thank him face to face. To tell the truth, I didn’t even know his real name.

In this world, all grudges and thanks must come to an end. Not only did I have a debt of gratitude to repay, but I also had to take revenge on those who had wronged me.

Why had Shane suddenly become so inhuman? I needed to get even with him, so I decided not to jump.

Many years later, I would still be grateful that I chose to be brave and rational at the time.

And since I chose to go on living, I must live well. I could not stay on this mountain for all eternity and live as a vengeful ghost. I must replace a way back to the center. I had to accept and deal with the dramatic change in my life overnight.

But I couldn’t hail a cab halfway up the mountain in the middle of the night.

There were a few cars passing by the scenic spot at midnight. Under the headlights of their cars, my appearance was certainly disheveled.

But I neglected my appearance and lowered my dignity by attracting their attention. Many of the passing drivers looked at me with astonishment or derision. Then they drove away with their loudspeakers blaring rock and roll. No car was willing to stop for me.

Perhaps to them I was a beggar, a refugee. Or maybe even a lunatic, crazy and unsightly.

After disappointing myself again and again, I made a risky decision.

I stood in the corner against the mountain wall, waiting for the perfect opportunity. As soon as I saw a glimmer of light again, I rushed toward the center of the path without a second thought.

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