Sweet Wife in My Arms

In a dim room, a woman was struggling against several doctors in white coats, who were holding her down.
Her wide, bulging eyes and sallow, wilted face made it difficult to recognize her: she was Yan Huan, the movie star who had been famous and widely celebrated once.

 “Not like this is your first time, is it?” the maid sneered with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her eyes rested upon Yan Huan’s protruding belly that was starting to show.
“You better not move, or you’ll lose your blood, and your baby, too.
If that happens, you’ll be useless to us, and you can kiss goodbye to your privileged position as Mrs.
Lu.
Why else do you think we’re feeding you?”

 4“Err…” Suddenly, a giant needle was stuck into Yan Huan.
She clenched her fist to let the blood flow toward the needle until the warm liquid left her body.

 The doctors hurried away as soon as they had the blood they needed.
The maid did not immediately leave with them; instead she walked over to examine the pale, colorless face of the woman lying on the bed.

 “Movie star my ass.” She spat onto Yan Huan’s face, “Look at you, the only role you can play now is that of a corpse.
Never understood what the young master saw in that wretched face of yours in the first place.
Disgusting.”

 The slamming of the door that followed was the last sound in the room before it fell into dark silence.

 Yan Huan raised a feeble hand and wiped her face clean of the disgusting spit.
She then returned to stillness–waiting for her life to end, day after day, because she did not have the strength to end it herself.

 She cradled her stomach with her hands.
I’m not afraid.
I have you, I still have you…

 The entertainment industry was known to be the most brutal arena, but its brutality still could not come close to the man who used to say he loved her.

 The television was streaming this year’s Academy Awards ceremony.

 A man and woman wept tears of joy as they emb