Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Surprise

"Congratulations, Dr. Lockwood! You're pregnant! Irene can finally have a companion now!" Dr. Collins from the obstetrics and gynecology department said with a smile after looking through my blood test report. Since I had lost my appetite recently, my sleep quality had become poor, and I felt tired all the time, I decided to go for a health check-up. But little did I know that I would be in for a big surprise, for my test result actually showed that I was pregnant. "Dr. Collins, are you sure the results are correct?" My voice trembled with excitement, almost unable to believe the sudden news. "Dr. Lockwood, you're a doctor yourself! Don't tell me you doubt the accuracy of our hospital. They do say baby brain is real, though." She giggled at my astonished expression. After getting the affirmative answer, I couldn't help but feel elated. During our five years of marriage, my husband, Samuel Harding, constantly talked about wanting another baby. He said he didn't want to see our daughter, Irene Harding, feel too lonely growing up without siblings. Now that I was finally pregnant with our second baby, his wish would finally come true. After finishing my shift, I drove directly to the hotel Samuel had booked. Besides eagerly wanting him to be the first person I shared this good news with, today also happened to be Irene's third birthday. In our culture, a child's third birthday was considered a significant celebration. Upon arriving at the hotel, an attendant led me to a private dining room. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, I could hear cheerful conversation. "Mr. Harding, it's almost 7 PM. Where's Dr. Lockwood? Why isn't she here yet?""That's just like her—always the last to show up, stealing the attention." Standing at the door, I listened as the man I had loved for over 10 years spoke these words coldly. His tone was full of dissatisfaction and contempt for me. As guilt for my lateness weighed on me, the next exchange shattered any lingering joy. "Mr. Harding, you've been with Dr. Lockwood for over 10 years. Aren't you tired of her by now? "Besides, I heard that she is known as the 'Master of Fixing Male's Private Parts' among the doctors in the hospital. Doesn't that bother you?" The casual cruelty of his companion's joke hit me like a blow, mocking both my profession and my marriage. "Tch! After sleeping together for over 10 years, you can bet your boots that I'm tired of her. "And don't even get me started on her job—examining dozens of men's private parts every day isn't exactly glamorous. Could you stand it if it were your wife?" Samuel responded, his tone full of disgust and disdain. "To be honest, the thought of it makes me sick." As if the mention of my profession was enough to irritate him, Samuel pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He knew how much I despised the smell of cigarettes, and after all these years together, he had never smoked in front of me. "Calm down, Samuel. I think Hannah's just trying to prove herself," a young woman in a white skirt and black stockings chimed in. Well, to be precise, it was a miniskirt paired with black stockings. Her style was nothing like mine. If I remembered correctly, her name was Julie Gardner, and she was our junior in college. At that time, she clearly knew that Samuel had a girlfriend. Yet, she still stuck to Samuel like glue. 'Why is she here?' I wondered. As his agitation peaked, little footsteps padded toward him. "Dad, Mom said no smoking. If she knows, she won't want you." Irene, who had been playing nearby, immediately trotted over and reminded Samuel in her little girl's voice upon seeing him take out the cigarette case. "Sweetheart, you're quite the little supervisor for your mom."

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Broken-Hearted

Samuel pinched Irene's cheek affectionately, his voice soft as he spoke to her. "Oh, Samuel, Hannah's not here. Go ahead and smoke if you want. Hasn't anyone told you how charming you look when you smoke?" Julie's voice was sweet and coaxing, which was immediately met with cheers from the people around them. Samuel only smirked, indulging in the somewhat flirtatious attention. Suddenly, Julie opened the top lid of her lighter and lit a cigarette for herself. "Samuel, after all these years, why does it feel like you've changed? You seem less like your old self." She exhaled a slow stream of smoke near Samuel's neck, her arms coiling around his shoulders like a snake. "Alright then. Since you said so, Julie, I'll break the rules and have one cigarette today." Sure enough, Samuel took a cigarette from the case and placed it between his lips. Without missing a beat, Julie leaned in boldly, lighting his cigarette with hers, their faces so close they appeared to be kissing. "Look at you two," someone teased. "All those years apart, and now you're missing out on marrying each other. "Well, since you didn't get to share a wedding toast, why not share a cigarette like good buddies?" The voice was mischievous, and then, to my shock, they pushed Julie right into Samuel's arms. For a moment, I thought Samuel would push her away. But instead, he just sat there, legs sprawled wide, making no effort to resist. He didn't embrace her, but he didn't reject her either. In fact, he seemed to relish the attention, soaking in the admiration from those around him. The scene pierced through me, a sharp ache blooming in my chest. The joyful news I had been so eager to share felt stuck in my throat, impossible to say now. I turned, ready to leave. But just then, Irene spotted me. "Mom! You're here!" Irene toddled toward me, waving her little hands, and asking for a hug. Thus, I opened the door, instantly spoiling the mood in the room. Samuel, on the other hand, subconsciously removed the cigarette from his mouth and put it out in the crystal ashtray on the table while pushing Julie away. "Oh, don't mind me. Please, carry on with your fun. I'm just here to pick up Irene," I said, my gaze locking on Samuel, who was trying to act calm. I couldn't help but sneer. "Uh… Hannah, don't take this the wrong way. This is Julie, our junior from college. You remember her, right?" "Really? Sorry, I can't recall knowing her or being close to her," I replied coolly. "Come on, Irene, let's go home." I skillfully picked Irene up and turned to leave, not staying a second longer in that room full of people who now seemed like devils in human form. Disgust rippled through me just by being there. After settling Irene in at home, I drove through the night to clear my mind. I didn't realize it until later, but I ended up at my old high school. This was where Samuel and I had first met. Back then, I was the top student, first in our grade, while he was the school's notorious troublemaker. He went to great lengths to woo me, never giving up. "Samuel, if you put as much effort into your studies as you do chasing girls, you'd make it into the Ivy League," his homeroom teacher used to tease him whenever they saw him. Eventually, in an attempt to shake him off, I set an impossible challenge. "You can pursue me, Samuel, but your grades can't be at the bottom. You have to make it onto the honor roll, like me." "Yes, ma'am!" he had saluted me with his usual mischief. To my surprise, those words lit a fire in him. In less than a semester, he ranked among the top 100 students in our grade, landing on the honor roll's last column. I would never forget the sight of him racing toward me, waving his test paper like he had just won a great battle. My heart melted at that moment.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Curing Samuel

And so, we began secretly dating. After graduating from high school, we even chose to enter universities in the same city. When our acceptance letters arrived, Samuel, filled with excitement, pulled me along as we entered a love hotel for the first time in our lives. At the hotel, which only cost us 30 per night, we experienced the forbidden fruit. But something went wrong with Samuel. His body didn't respond as it should. That evening, we had our heads bowed over our phones as we looked up every website we could find for a possible solution. In the end, we concluded that he had dysfunction. For a man, being unable to perform felt like a death sentence. Samuel was a proud man. Based on the medical advancements of that time, the chances of curing such an embarrassing disorder were low. He was very resistant to the idea of getting treatment as well. That night, he was stuck between being mortified and humiliated. "Hannah, let's break up. I… I can't get it up. You'll end up hating me." However, young love was as perfect and long-lasting as the stars. I walked over and tilted his head up so that I could stare into his eyes. "It's okay, Samuel. You still have me. I'm going to study medicine, and I'll cure you." His face flushed deeply. "Tell me. If I'm your doctor, will you accept treatment?" His eyes sparkled as he looked back into my eyes. "I will!" He was blushing hard as he wrapped his arms tight around me. "Hannah, only you can be my doctor." And so, when I entered university, I switched from studying finance to studying medicine. The drastic change in my degree meant I had to work ten times harder than anyone else. Still, I chose that hellish path for Samuel's sake. Four years later, I entered post-graduate studies. As for my specialty, I chose urology—specifically male urology, a field few women ventured into. My mentor tried to dissuade me. "Hannah, you are an exceptionally talented student, but your gender will limit you. I'm not saying you can't do it, but you're choosing a path that will make you work even harder than your peers. You'll face discrimination and prejudice." Back then, I wasn't afraid of prejudice. My only goal was to cure Samuel. With a family background in medicine, I had a natural talent for it. After a year of internship at the hospital, my seniors and I succeeded in our research for minimally invasive treatments for male reproductive disorders that worked with the support of psychological intervention. Samuel became our first patient. It was also the first time I operated on someone. My hands trembled with nerves, but Samuel, lying there on the operating table, encouraged me. "Hannah, be brave. I'm already useless in that area. If I'm cured, we'll get married. If not, I won't be a burden to you." As the operating lights turned on, I reminded myself to be brave. It wasn't just for Samuel—it was for all the hard work I had poured into this moment. With my seniors by my side, I performed my first minimally invasive surgery, making no mistakes. To everyone's astonishment, the operation worked. Samuel gradually improved. After six months of care and rest, he was just like any other man. Then, we got married and had Irene. I never expected that Samuel wouldn't thank me for curing him. In fact, he even found me revolting. He was so ungrateful. Suddenly, the ringing of my phone snapped me out of my memories. It was a call from Samuel.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Samuel's Extreme Misogyny

The moment I answered the call, I was met with Samuel's irrational rant. "Hannah, what are you up to? I could forgive you for abandoning me during Irene's birthday party, but why aren't you home yet? "Since when did you become someone who stays out all night? Can't you be a good role model for our daughter?" I couldn't help but find it amusing. Samuel never came home before midnight in the past, yet now he was interrogating me for being out late and accusing me of being a bad role model for our child. I cut the call mid-rant, unwilling to listen to his endless tirade. When I finally arrived home, Samuel hadn't gone to bed. In fact, he looked like he was about to head out. His face twisted with impatience the moment he saw me. "Why are you still running away from home at your age?" he grumbled. I looked up at the man standing before me. After more than a decade as a businessman, Samuel had grown seasoned, with a mature, composed look in his eyes. Thanks to my control over his diet, he hadn't gained any weight with age. His waist was still as slim as it had always been, and with his broad shoulders, he radiated a unique, mature charm. But as I stared at the man I had shared a bed with for five years, all I felt was a cold sense of detachment. Perhaps he sensed the scrutiny in my gaze because his tone softened. "Hannah, I'm embarrassed by your career choice. Why don't you quit your job? "I'll take care of everything. It's only natural for men to be the breadwinners while women take care of the home, right?" For some reason, hearing that made my chest ache. Samuel had always been able to dismiss my hard work and achievements with a single sentence. "Samuel, I can't give up my job. And for what it's worth, I believe it has great value, even if the pay isn't high.""Value? What value could there possibly be? You just want to prove you're successful, don't you? And how do you measure success? By being like me. By being rich. "If you really want to prove yourself, fine. Quit your job at the hospital and be my private doctor. I'll pay you 100,000 a month, plus two months' bonus and even more at the end of the year. Is that enough?" The more Samuel spoke, the more animated he became, almost caught up in a frenzy. "Samuel, you're being unreasonable!" As I watched his irritability grow, his extreme misogyny on full display, I suddenly understood the warning my mother had given me all those years ago. "Hannah, a boy like Samuel might be smart and talented, but he has an inferiority complex and an inflated sense of pride. He's a suspicious man, always thinking others are looking down on him. "Even if he becomes successful, he will always carry that insecurity. And one day, his jagged edges might hurt you." Back then, I was blinded by my love for Samuel. I didn't take my mother's words to heart. In the years that followed, he found his big break, establishing his own company in just a few years. As he became more successful, my mother's worries faded, and she even started to think better of him. But now, her old warning felt like a prophecy coming true. After my shower, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and moved to Irene's room. That night, the mere thought of the disdain he showed for me in that room sent waves of agony through me. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door creak open. Samuel tiptoed inside, and before I knew it, I could feel his minty breath brushing against my neck. "Honey," he whispered softly, "Irene is three now. It's about time we had another, don't you think?"