After Nathan left, I pulled out a stone from my pocket.

It was engraved with: Peace and Joy.

A little boy had given it to me during my time in Africa.

His parents were dead; he was alone.

With his dark hands, he gave me the stone and said, “Sister, this is for you. Give it to someone you love, so they’ll be safe.”

I kept it, intending to give him some candy.

But the next second, he was shot in the head and collapsed in front of me.

I cried hysterically. I tried to save him, but my colleagues pulled me away.

I opened the guest room door and surveyed the house.

In my excitement earlier, I’d failed to observe my surroundings.

There were traces of another woman in the house.

Women's towels and skincare products were in the bathroom. There were flowers, baby bottles, and toys in the living room.

I walked towards the master bedroom.

I’d lived there once. Nathan had decorated it according to my preferences.

My hand reached for the doorknob, but a woman’s voice stopped me.

“Are you Sarah Miller?”

I turned around and saw Lily, the woman Nathan called Lily.

She was plump, wearing a loose dress, but her eyes were beautiful.

Large and bright, they looked kind.

“I am.”

Many people had asked me if I was Sarah Miller during my time as a doctor.

I always answered confidently, I am.

It must have become a habit.

She looked me over, then scoffed, “Nathan hasn’t told you, has he? I’m his fiancée.”

“We have a son.”

A sharp pain stabbed at my heart, but I could conceal my emotions now.

“I know.”

“You know, and you still came back? Why?”

She glared at me.

“This isn’t your home anymore. You’re an outsider.”

She lunged at me, but I caught her hand.

“You’ve just given birth. Don’t get so worked up. It’s bad for your health.”

Shock widened her eyes.

For some reason, I couldn’t hate her.

She’d done nothing wrong.

She was only afraid I would take her love away.

“Don’t worry. Even though Nathan and I had a prior engagement, now that he has a child, I…won’t bother him anymore.”

As I finished, she abruptly pushed me away, collapsing onto the floor.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have taken your Nathan away.”

“Sarah, what are you doing?!”

Nathan’s voice echoed behind me.

Then I felt a harsh shove, followed by a sharp slap across my face.

Everything blurred. Nathan's image wavered before my eyes.

But his words rang clear:

“Lily’s my fiancée, so what? We have a son, so what?”

“She’s gentle and kind, unlike you, who only cries and throws tantrums, resorting to such underhanded tactics.”

“Sarah Miller, you disgust me.”

“I’ll give you three seconds to apologize to Lily.”

My vision cleared. I saw Nathan holding Lily close.

His eyes were icy, filled with disgust towards me.

People downstairs were watching and whispering.

“Wow, Sarah Miller’s back.”

“She’s changed a lot. Her hair is longer, and she’s thinner.”

“I feel like her whole demeanor has changed. She’s not that little girl anymore.”

Once abroad, I’d been shot in the leg.

I lacked antibiotics and faced a life-threatening situation.

But I’d studied traditional Chinese medicine and used my knowledge to find herbs and heal myself.

I thought, Nathan would think I was brave if he knew.

But now, he wasn't the Nathan I loved anymore.

During breaks, I’d take out his picture.

My colleagues would tease, “Sarah, you’re so calm and collected. The guy you like must be amazing.”

Yes, I loved Nathan’s excellence.

His confidence with clients, his calmness under pressure.

I learned from him; he guided me.

But now…

In that moment, I finally realized:

I no longer loved Nathan.