Chapter 779: Chapter 477: Yes, She’s Not the Third Party—It’s Me
The time passed somewhat hastily, and in the blink of an eye, four months have gone by, and the New Year has unexpectedly arrived.
These four months felt like a dream to her.
The reason it felt like a dream was because the time passed too quickly.
She came to the military with him as his spouse, and they moved into the house they were allotted.
The house isn’t big, but they live in it comfortably.
Ivy always felt that the reason this house felt comfortable was because the whole family of three was living together.
Every evening, he would come back, first to cook for her.
After the baby began to move at four months, he returned to do prenatal education for the child.
He would often sit beside her, gently stroking her belly and rarely speaking to the child with tenderness.
She still remembered last month when Henry Sullivan asked her, "Ivy, do you think this child is a boy or a girl?"
Curious about his thoughts, she asked, "Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Henry thought for a moment and said, "I like girls, I want to raise a clever and lively daughter.
I will protect her well and not let her suffer any harm.
Then I’ll watch this child who so resembles both of us grow up little by little, find her own love, and walk her own chosen path—how wonderful."
Ivy watched him with a smile, with mixed emotions in her heart; she liked the idea of having a boy because she felt having two men in the family to protect her would be a very happy thing.
But since she and he had differing opinions, they could only wait in anticipation.
Actually, she initially wanted to have a check-up to see the child’s gender.
But Henry Sullivan insisted on not agreeing.
He said that with anticipation comes greater surprise.
Although preparing things for the baby after birth might prove difficult because of this.
But he was right; indeed, the anticipation increased significantly.
This was her first year after marriage, and Henry Sullivan took her home for the New Year.
They had dinner at ten thirty and arrived home promptly at eleven.
As soon as they entered, Henry’s mother put on a face and looked at Ivy.
"It’s New Year’s, and you didn’t come back earlier."
Ivy looked at Henry Sullivan, "Mom, it’s not that I didn’t want to come back, but the commander has been busy.
I wanted to come back early to be with you guys too; you have to talk to the commander about that."
Henry Sullivan, standing beside her, raised his lips slightly; this girl was smart, knowing how to push the responsibility onto him.
She must know that his mom surely wouldn’t say anything to her, right?
"Alright, stop standing at the door, come in, Auntie has prepared all the food."
Once Ivy entered the living room, she looked at Auntie puzzled and said, "It’s New Year’s, and Auntie is still here?"
Auntie looked a bit sullen, "Young Madam, it’s because no one else was here to cook for you."
Ivy stuck out her tongue and said nothing, while Henry said, "Alright Auntie, you can go home; this kind of day is meant for family gathering."
"Henry, once Auntie leaves, who will cook," Henry’s mother got anxious.
"When our family was not well off, weren’t you still able to cook for New Year’s?
Now that we have money, do you feel uncomfortable without anyone to command?
If you can cook, then you can do it, otherwise, I’ll do it."
"Alright Auntie, listen to me, you can go home."
Auntie looked awkwardly at Henry’s mother.
Henry’s mother crossed her arms and snorted coldly without speaking, while Henry’s father said, "Alright, let Auntie go; do you think it’s only our family celebrating the New Year?"
Ivy nodded, "Yes, Mom, during New Year’s it’s supposed to be more fragrant when you cook for yourself."
Henry’s mother looked unhappy and waved her hands to let Auntie leave.
Seeing she didn’t move, Henry Sullivan said to Ivy, "You sit here and rest, I’ll go cook."
"Hmm," Ivy nodded with a smile and sat down.
After Henry Sullivan went into the kitchen, Henry’s mother looked at Ivy, her eyes cold, "You’re a woman, when is it your turn to let my son go into the kitchen?"
Ivy patted her belly, "When I’m pregnant, I’m a princess; the commander takes care of me.
That’s what the commander said himself; I want to go to the kitchen, but the commander won’t allow it."
Henry’s father chuckled, "Alright, old Lu, don’t make it difficult for the child.
Ivy is now a great contributor to our house, go help Henry in the kitchen.
We haven’t tasted your cooking in years, we’re lucky this year."
Listening to Henry’s father, Henry’s mother’s expression softened quite a bit; she got up, mumbling, and walked into the kitchen.
Ivy gave a thumbs up to Henry’s father, "Dad, you’re amazing, probably the only one who can handle Mom."
Henry’s father waved his hand, "Ah, your mom, she’s usually impervious to everything, but today it’s because Henry’s home; we’re all benefiting from Henry."
Ivy looked back towards the kitchen; it wasn’t because of anyone’s benefit, but because her mother-in-law felt some guilt towards Henry Sullivan.
After all, she did those nasty things to her son’s girlfriend and the grandson that hadn’t yet arrived.
She was lost in her thoughts when Henry Sullivan came out of the kitchen.
Ivy was puzzled, "Co...Commander, why did you come out?"
Henry Sullivan walked over, sat beside her, peeled a banana, and handed it to her, "Mom said she could handle it by herself."
"Then... you should at least lend a hand."
"Mom said she could do it alone, so there was no need for me to stay there."
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Ivy glanced at him; it was clear he didn’t want to be with his mother-in-law.
She knew it and still pretended otherwise.
The dishes Henry’s mother made... how do I put it, they really didn’t compare to Henry Sullivan’s cooking.
She suddenly felt that what her father-in-law just said was merely flattering Henry’s mother.
Fortunately, Auntie had prepared a few dishes before she left, so the reunion dinner wouldn’t be too plain.
After dinner, Damian Sullivan asked the two to stay and rest at home, but Henry Sullivan still took her away.
In the car ride home, Ivy was somewhat puzzled and asked, "On this festive day, Dad wanted us to stay, why did you insist on leaving?"
"Because I don’t like that house."
"Why? Is it because your mom once caused the death of your first child in that house?"
Henry’s gaze suddenly fell on her face.
Ivy frowned, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Let’s not talk about it anymore."
Ivy bit her lip, "So many years have passed, and you still can’t forget?"
"Enough."
Ivy turned her head to look out the window, suddenly feeling very displeased inside.
She stopped speaking, and Henry fell silent too.
The air in the car became so quiet it was suffocating.
After a long silence, Ivy suddenly looked at him and said, "Uncle, is it that child you can’t forget, or the woman you loved?"
"Why are you so curious about this?"
"Because it’s very important to me, and the outcome would be very different. I want to know what’s really on your mind."
Henry let out a heavy sigh, parked the car by the roadside, and looked at her.
"What’s the difference."
"If you care about that child who could never be born, then it doesn’t affect my happiness at all.
But if you still care about the lover you can’t reach, then I will be very unhappy.
Because our marriage isn’t just about the two of us; there’s always a third person I can never surpass."
"She’s not a third person," Henry looked at her sternly.
Ivy’s expression grew serious, "Right, she’s not the third person, I am.
But if I had known about that past with her...
If I had known there was someone in your heart you couldn’t let go of, I wouldn’t have married you.
At least... at the very least, I wouldn’t have made my life so miserable.
I’ve never regretted marrying you, but now, it seems I may have to reconsider."
"What do you mean, are you saying you regret marrying me?"
Ivy bit her lip as she looked at him, wondering what went wrong, and why they suddenly ended up in this argument.
Weren’t they just fine a moment ago?
If she hadn’t asked anything, maybe this awkwardness wouldn’t have occurred.
But... she had stayed silent for too long.
Some things, sooner or later, have to be said, and perhaps now wasn’t the right time, but since the words were out, there was no need to hide them.
Seeing the sharp look in Henry’s eyes, Ivy’s gaze, which had been hesitant, suddenly became firm.
"Yes, if you can’t erase the shadow of that woman from your heart.
Then our marriage cannot be a happy one.
I regret it, regret marrying a man who can’t hold me in his heart.
Regret choosing a man who won’t forget the past.
Regret being so rash to marry into a loveless marriage."
After Ivy finished speaking, she suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.
Henry didn’t stop her; he sat in the car, his gaze drifting.
He just watched her cross the street and, while walking backward, raise her hand to hail a cab.
Being New Year’s Eve, there were very few cabs on the road.
But perhaps Ivy was just naturally lucky, as she managed to stop a car after just walking twenty meters.
Only it wasn’t a cab that stopped, but a private vehicle.
The owner of the private car saw her standing alone with a big belly on the road and felt sympathetic, so they took her along since it was on their way.
When Ivy got into the car, she glanced at the Audi still parked in the same spot.
She sneered coldly, wondering if it were Isla Linton leaving in a huff, would he also choose to stay silent and not follow?
The reason he didn’t chase after her was that she wasn’t that important in his heart, right?
If so, why should she stay as a burden in someone else’s life?
Only by disappearing from his world could he live more happily.
Because of her, he no longer even had the right to pursue happiness.
She got into the car and closed the door, leaving with the car owner.
Henry let out a heavy sigh and slapped the car horn in frustration, wondering how things got to this point.
He must be going crazy, he sighed, started the car, and turned around to chase after her.
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