Honey, Love Me One More Time
Anna Shannel Lin · Ongoing · 632 Chapters
About this book
Estelle's life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle's father and Cristofer's parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle. One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most. **** Cristofer's magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, "Sign the divorce paper now!" Estelle laid down her legs, sat up, and asked, "Did you drink?" "It's none of your business." "Drinking is bad for your stomach." "I need to drink so that I won't feel disgusted when having sex with you." "You couldn't wait to divorce me?" Her voice sounded weak. She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again. "You know that, don't you?" Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.
Chapter 1: Still Not Pregnant
Hadale University Medical Center
Sitting in an empty hospital room, Estelle was patiently waiting for her ob-gyne to come in. This month she came here four times and often prayed for what she hoped would be granted.
Minutes later, the ob-gyne push-opened the door and walked towards her, face a bit sad.
“Mrs. Hans, you’re still not pregnant.”
The hope in Estelle Hudson’s eyes vanished at once. She bit her lip and murmured, “I see.”
With sympathy, the Doctor handed Estelle the pregnancy test report, saying, “Mrs. Hans, why not... let it go? You’re too weak now. Even if you get pregnant, it will be difficult for you to deliver a full-term baby.”
Silent, Estelle just bit her lower lip, feeling very chilly at the same time.
Her washed-out eyes worried the Doctor.
“Mrs. Hans, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m listening.” She replied with a quiver in her voice, and her lips were bloodless and pale.
The Doctor let out a deep sigh. “If you receive chemotherapy now, there is still a chance that you can live longer.”
“No, I must get pregnant.” Estelle stood up and made a decision, “Doctor, please give me another injection for ovulation. I want to try again.”
The Doctor disagreed with her, and a pressure wrapped her voice, “You’ve had these injections for half a year. They are hormones. They will make cancer cells grow faster!”
“But I don’t mind. Please?!” She begged while trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.
“Mrs. Hans, why do you torture yourself like this?”
“Please?!”
“You win…” Yielding, the Doctor prescribed the injection and handed over the sheet.
“Go to the second floor and turn left. Do make the best use of the 24 hours following the injection, ’cause it is the golden period of getting pregnant.”
Estelle took the sheet and said, “Thank you.”
****
At 9 p.m., she was still all alone in the villa.
Estelle had long been used to such silence and loneliness. Besides, she had no time for grieving anymore. As there was not much time left for her, she barely had the time to relax, even just for a bit.
Now, she must make full use of the golden 24 hours.
She dialed the familiar number and waited.
Beep, beep, beep–
No one answered.
Rather than giving up, she dialed again. She would keep calling until he answered the phone.
This time, Cristofer Hans picked up the phone at the very last second.
His voice was filled with annoyance and impatience. “Estelle Hudson, what do you want? Is it fun to drag on the divorce like this?”
Drag on?
Estelle revealed a self-mockery smile. She had fought to maintain her marriage with Cristofer for four years, but it was time to put it to an end.
Silence fell for a short moment.
Her voice was small, hand clutching her phone tightly, saying, “You want a divorce? So be it!”
Cristofer paused for a second. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes, but I have one condition. You have to stay with me for one night.”
Cristofer sneered. “Estelle Hudson, is this a new trick?”
“Well, if you say so. Cristofer, I only give you this one chance. If you don’t spend your night with me, you can never divorce me and never marry Gretchen. Just think about it.”
Then, she hung up the phone decisively.
She knew what choice Cristofer would make.
He was always willing to do anything for Gretchen Abrams, so he would be back home tonight.
High in the clear night sky, the perfectly round moon cast its silvery glow onto the ground, and thousands of stars twinkled and sparkled around it.
Looking at the sky full of stars, Estelle couldn’t help thinking of her name Estelle, which means stars. And her mind started drifting away.
Cristofer, if I disappear from this world one day, will you think of me the second you look up at the stars?
We have a child. He’s a good boy and looks like you.
But he’s lying immobile in the ICU, with tubes and needles all over his little body. He’s waiting for me to save him.
I must get pregnant with a second child. Only in this way can I have the cord blood to save my boy, but I’m running out of time.
****
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