He Delayed Our Wedding 9 Times, I Won’t Wait for the 10th Chapter 01
When my marriage application was rejected by the commanding officer for the ninth time, I stormed into my fiancé’s office.
Lucas, my major general fiancé, began with his trademark apology, “Elena, Chloe’s hurt really badly… Can we put the marriage application on hold a little longer?”
I cut him off, “My belly can’t wait any longer.”
He was quiet for a moment, his tone softening. “I know. Just give me a little more time. Once Chloe’s stable…”
“If you don’t marry me, I’m getting an abortion.”
I stared at him, refusing to back down this time.
In my past life, because of my weakness, the application got rejected again and again.
Everyone on base mocked me, saying I was carrying some bastard’s kid and that’s why Major General Lucas wouldn’t make an honest woman out of me.
My mom was so furious she ended up in the hospital. I carried my belly to beg Chloe,
only to be falsely accused of trying to drive her to death. She deliberately pushed me down the stairs, and I miscarried—losing the ability to have children forever.
Lucas didn’t send her to military prison; instead, he blamed me for killing our baby.
Consumed by rage, I died of a sudden heart attack.
Reborn, I finally understood:
I shouldn’t ruin my life for someone like Lucas.
Lucas’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing, “Are you threatening me? Elena, don’t you know human life is at stake? Do you really want to drive Chloe to her death?”
His voice was cold and unfeeling, as if I were doing something unforgivable.
The hand covering my belly trembled slightly, but a bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Me drive someone to death? Your application’s been rejected nine times—aren’t you the one trying to destroy me?”
Just like in my past life, as my belly grew bigger each day, gossip spread across the base:
“Elena’s not carrying Lucas’s child, right? Otherwise, why wouldn’t he marry her? He’s just humiliating her.”
“She’s chasing someone out of her league, relying on her looks to marry Major General Lucas—and now she’s humiliated.”
I’d had a high-risk pregnancy from the start, and back then, the stress made me so sick I could barely stand.
But Lucas neither defended me nor signed the application.
Instead, he blamed me for not taking precautions and getting pregnant with this hassle.
Now he was the same as before, staring at me with cold eyes, “You’re blaming me?”
His tone was icy, but when his gaze fell on my belly, a lazy smile tugged at his lips,
“It’s just a marriage application—is it that big of a deal? If push comes to shove, I can sign it after you give birth. It’s the same.”
“People on the base are just talking nonsense. You’re the only one I want as my wife.”
He brushed a hand through my hair, his tone warming slightly.
The next second, his phone rang sharply.
Lucas pulled his hand back and hurried out.
I knew instantly—Chloe was trying to kill herself again.
Feeling nothing, I hailed a cab to the hospital.
Before entering the operating room, I saw Chloe’s Instagram story update:
“Works every time! I said it—if a man truly loves you, he won’t let you get hurt at all. I just got a little cut on my hand, and he rushed over in a panic.”
Against the stark contrast, a sharp pain pierced my numb heart.
I closed my dry eyes and turned off my phone.
Two hours later, I was wheeled out dazedly.
Thinking I was still unconscious, the nurses talked about me openly,
“That’s Elena—the one whose marriage application got rejected nine times, famous on the base!”
“It’s her! She’s even in the base newsletter. Ugh, I don’t know what she’s after. Lucas obviously doesn’t love her.”
They sighed repeatedly, until one nurse pointed to the distance and exclaimed,
“Look! Major General Lucas is helping a woman get her meds—he treasures her like the apple of his eye.”
I slowly opened my eyes, and sure enough, there was Lucas.
He had his arm around Chloe’s waist, comforting her patiently—as if Chloe were his true love.
I’d been five months pregnant, and he’d never once come to see me at the hospital.
Noticing I was awake, pity flashed in the nurse’s eyes. She asked softly, “Should I notify Major General Lucas?”
“No.”
My voice was faint as I closed my eyes in exhaustion.
I don’t know how long it had been when my phone suddenly rang.