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Love Leaving the Port 

Chapter 1 

My boss’s secretary, Jenny, was pregnant. 

He brought her home for our ninth- 

anniversary dinner. 

Casually, he instructed me, “The girl’s picky. 

No repeat meals for her.” 

“She’s timid, needs someone to sleep with. 

Pack your things; move to the guest room.” 

I didn’t respond, grabbed my pre–packed 

suitcase, and calmly walked towards the door. 

The butler tried to stop me, but my boss 

sneered, “Let her make a fuss. She’ll be 

crawling back in three days.” 

Everyone laughed. 

They bet a million dollars, right in front of me. 

They bet I wouldn’t make it through the night, 

that I’d be begging to come back like a dog. 

But they didn’t know the Maybach was 

waiting outside. 

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This time, I was really leaving. 

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As I was about to leave, my boss called out, 

“Sarah, leave your bracelet. Jenny’s been 

having nightmares.” 

It was a heirloom from my parents. 

Seeing my red eyes, he was indifferent, 

“Name your price.” 

Nine years of a demeaning marriage, how 

much was that worth? 

I didn’t bother calculating. 

I just knew that refusing to give Jenny my 

goggles at the ski resort last time resulted in 

me being stripped naked and left on a 

mountainside. 

I took off the bracelet and put it on Jenny’s 

wrist. 

“I wish you and your baby a safe and healthy 

life,” I said. 

be offered a compromise 

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To my surprise, he offered a compromise, 

“Sarah, if you’re obedient, my child will be 

your child.” 

As he finished, the bracelet slipped from 

Jenny’s hand and shattered. 

Seeing Jenny’s cut leg, he scooped her up 

like a princess. 

He sharply ordered the butler to call the 

family doctor. 

His anxiousness amused everyone, who 

looked at me with laughter. 

It wasn’t just them; I found it funny too. 

Last night, when I had a heart attack, he was 

heading out to watch meteor shower with 

Jenny. 

Even as I foamed at the mouth and collapsed, 

he calmly stepped over me. 

Before I lost consciousness, I heard him tell 

the butler, “Sanitize the entire living room. 

Jenny can’t smell anything foul tomorrow.” 

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Jenny can’t smell anything foul tomorrow.” 

Gripping my suitcase handle, I turned to 

leave, but he grabbed my wrist, “Apologize.” 

“Wh—” 

Before I could finish, he dragged me to kneel 

before Jenny. 

My knees scraped against the broken jade, 

staining the white floor red. 

Seeing the blood, he let go with disgust. 

“You broke Jenny’s bracelet and hurt her. 

Shouldn’t you say sorry?” 

After marrying him, “sorry” became my 

catchphrase. 

The soup was too bland, sorry. 

Disturbing him with a message, worried he’d 

be hungover, sorry. 

Accidentally seeing Jenny’s hotel reservation 

text, invading privacy, deeply sorry… 

Biting back the blood in my mouth, I resigned 

myself and stood up. 

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I bowed 180 degrees to Jenny three times, 

then looked at him blankly. 

“Is that enough?” I quietly asked. 

Seeing the blood on my lip, his chest visibly 

rose and fell, “Sarah, your influential 

grandfather isn’t here. Who are you putting 

on this pathetic show for?” 

Before I could answer, the doctor arrived. 

Pushing me aside, he led the doctor to Jenny. 

While his attention was fully on Jenny, I 

quickly left. 

As I stepped outside, I heard the beep, beep 

of car horns. 

Seeing the silver car outside the gate, I 

hurried. 

But before the gate opened, two bodyguards 

appeared and forcibly brought me back. 

In the study, he tied me up. 

He ordered them to use a needle as thick as 

a forearm and inject it into my arm. 

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Through the half–open door, I heard the 

doctor say, “Mr. Smith, both Mrs. Smith and 

Ms. Jenny have RH negative blood, but Mrs. 

Smith has a history of heart disease. Forcing 

a blood transfusion could cause acute shock. 

I think we should go to the hospital first…” 

“No need to persuade me,” he coldly said. 

“Your only task is to get Jenny healthy. I’ll 

handle the rest.” 

وو 

Hearing his approaching footsteps, I closed 

my eyes. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked, unusually 

comforting. “Bear with it, it’ll be over soon.” 

I turned my head, too tired to bother. 

After eight hundred milliliters of blood were 

drawn, my lips turned purple. 

Jenny coughed. 

He immediately stopped the doctor, 

demanding double the amount. 

The doctor, sweating profusely, warned that I 

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After a two–second hesitation, he said, 

“Jenny is pregnant. The pregnant woman. 

comes first.” 

“But…” 

I interrupted the doctor, “Draw it, let me leave 

after.” 

Looking at my pale face, he glared, his mouth 

agape. 

He was about to ask if I was finished making 

a scene, if I really wanted to leave over a little 

thing, when Jenny whined, “Ethan~” 

Immediately captivating him. 

Two days later. 

In the hospital, I woke up to see him 

reviewing documents. 

Our eyes met for a long time. 

He impassively brought a bowl of porridge, 

pretending to feed me. 

I shook my head, “I’ll do it myself. 

وو 

Watching me finish half a bowl be asked. 

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“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?” 

I responded indirectly, “Please give me my 

phone.” 

My tone was too distant. He was stunned for 

several seconds before contacting the butler 

for my phone. 

Seeing many missed calls, he abruptly asked, 

“Who called?” 

He’d never asked so many questions before. 

With a hint of annoyance, I said, “You don’t 

know them.” 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he looked down at me 

coldly, “Sarah, how long are you planning to 

act like a spoiled brat?” 

“Do you think you can get away with this?” 

Before, when he was angry, I would reflect on 

myself and appease him. 

But now, I simply pointed to his vibrating 

phone, expressionless, “Jenny’s looking for 

you.” 

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He smiled, habitually avoiding me, and went 

to the hospital corridor. 

The moment he left, my phone rang. 

I picked up, and before I could speak, the 

other person said anxiously, “Aren’t you 

supposed to come see me? Sarah, did you 

change your mind?” 

“No, I just had an accident…” 

“Accident? What happened? No, I have to 

come back…” 

Interrupting him, I said quietly, “Give me a few 

more days.” 

He returned when I hung up. 

Noticing the smile I hadn’t shown him in a 

long time, he felt inexplicably suffocated. 

But he’d promised Jenny he’d sing lullabies 

for her and the baby, so he didn’t ask who I 

was talking to–probably my cousin, since my 

circle only included female relatives after 

marrying him. 

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Taking his files, he coldly said, “Sarah, 

something came up at the office. I’ll come 

tomorrow.” 

Tomorrow, the day after, and the day after 

that, he didn’t show up. 

But thanks to mutual friends, I constantly 

received videos of him and Jenny.