Leaving Alone

It was as if he was afraid that the more he said, the more he would slip up. So Kans decided not to say anything else besides telling me to take good care of myself. Then, he left in a hurry.

Kans had been afraid of his father, Tufarre since he was a child. Tufarre was strong and didn't know how to hold back. Whenever Kans made the slightest mistake, the poor boy would be severely tortured and in pain for a week.

Due to this, Kans had developed his own coping mechanism - to completely submit and be obedient to his father.

I should have thought of this earlier. Kans' frequent visits here must have aroused his father's suspicions, and the latter must have warned his son not to have too much contact with me.

The moment I realized this possibility, I felt a deep sense of self-blame.

If I kept this up, Kans and Yili would always find an excuse to come to me. But it would only bring them trouble, and I didn't want to be a burden to them.

So, I left Kans' villa and made sure to walk far so that Kans and Yili wouldn't be able to find me before I found a place for myself.

Five months had passed since then.

I had been looking for a job for the sake of my child, but no one dared to hire me when they saw that I was pregnant. Some of the people I wanted to work for even asked me for detailed information about my mate, so I had to give up. In the end, a cleaning company that was really short of people decided to hire me, but I was their lowest-paid employee.

Since then, I had always been assigned to clean the toilets. I endured the stench as I did my job, which was something I had never done or thought of doing. But I didn't care how long I had been working. I spared no effort in cleaning every corner, hoping that I would be given more bonuses at the end of the month.

My due date was approaching and I needed to make sure I had enough money to afford a doctor who could help me give birth safely. I also needed to ensure I would be able to afford to support my child after birth so that he or she would be able to grow healthily.

I finally received my salary at the end of the month. But it was still not enough. In fact, it was too little. In addition to what small amount of money I had saved up previously, I would only be able to afford the medical bills. Still, I had no other choice. I was running out of time. In the end, I decided to admit myself to the hospital.

The hospital I chose was an old hospital that had a good reputation even though it was ordinary. There were two pregnant women beside me in the ward and they looked quite cheerful. Initially, they would share with me the food brought by their husbands during visiting hours.

Their mates came almost every day while my bedside remained empty and untouched. No one had been visiting me, which made the two pregnant women eventually look at me strangely.

One day, one of them couldn't hold back their curiosity anymore and decided to ask where my mate was. I did not hesitate to tell her that I didn't have one. And as soon as I said those words, I could see the change in the way they looked at me.

Even so, I didn't want to lie. Moreover, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. My father had already cut off all ties with me, and neither Kans nor Yili could find me. I was alone so I no longer cared about what others thought about me. I only did what I thought was right. I did not see myself as a disgrace.

Soon after, they no longer talked to me and even started to look at me with disgust. Every time their mates came, they would not bother to hide the nasty things they were saying about me. But none of that mattered to me.

Their taunting wasn't even painful. In fact, I found it rather funny after listening to them after a while. I knew my own situation. I started to think that they were probably saying those things out of embarrassment for me.

But I would admit, the daily sight of their mates visiting and caring for them made me quite envious. I had been alone for a long time and no one bothered much about me.

One night, I had gotten up and gone to the toilet. After I was done, I was shocked to find that the door couldn't be opened. After confirming that the door knob turned just fine, I realized that I had been locked in the toilet. This must be a new trick they had come up with.

By then, I was no longer surprised. They must have realized recently that their dirty mouths had no effect on me and gotten irritated. This would explain them resorting to dirtier small tricks, such as taking my lunch or locking me in the toilet.

I slowly leaned against the wall and sat down. I didn't shout because I knew no one would open the door for me even if I shouted until my throat was sore. So I didn't bother to struggle.

But suddenly, my stomach started to hurt so much that I almost fainted. I wasn't going to give birth, am I? I clutched my stomach in pain.

Now, the situation was different. I had to get out, and I could only rely on my own strength. As an adult, I should be able to easily break down the door after transforming. But being pregnant meant that I had and was not able to transform. Moreover, I hadn't found my mate.

In the end, I could only use all my strength to hit the door and call for the people outside, hoping that they would have a trace of conscience and let me out.

"Help, open the door! Hurry up!"

But there was no response. I had expected this, but I couldn't give up now. If I didn't get out in time, my child and I would be in danger. So I pounded on the door, again and again, the words leaving my mouth turning from shouting to raving.

"Help... I'm going into labor... If you don't call the doctor..."

And in the end, I fainted.