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.

****

Beep!!!

It's the sound of the fingerprint lock. Has he returned?

In front of the mirror, Estelle hastily applied more lipstick to make herself look better.

"Cristofer..." She strode toward the door.

The door of her room was pushed open. And a tall and handsome man in a well-tailored suit walked in. However, the moment he saw Estelle, he frowned, and a trace of disgust and contempt flashed across his eyes.

"Cristofer, there you are."

Estelle said in a coquettish voice, walking towards him in her red high heels. Running through her curly chestnut hair with her slender fingers and biting her rosy lips, Estelle looked quite sexy and seductive.

She placed her fingers on Cristofer's thin lips, gently caressed them for a few seconds, and then moved all the way down to his firm chest. Just as she was going to reach his penis, Cristofer stopped her immediately and let out a sneer.

"What? You don't like it?" Estelle asked in confusion. Meanwhile, she put one of Cristofer's hands on her soft and perky boobs, letting him feel them and squeeze them.

Wow. After all these years, they are still as soft and perky as before.

No, no, no. Cristofer, stop! She's a slut who got your parents killed. She's a horrible woman!

Cristofer exclaimed in his heart. Yet, he was still wearing a poker face.

"Are you so horny that you just can't wait to get fucked by me the minute you see me?" Cristofer said coldly.

"Yes, I am. And I'm already soaking wet even before you arrived," Estelle replied in a playful and naughty tone while stripping off her bra.

However, before she finished stripping off her bra, she was flung onto the bed by Cristofer. Then Cristofer took off his clothes piece by piece.

Yes! That's it! Take off all your clothes and fuck me!