Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Satisfied? Can I leave now!
 

Abigail regretted it as soon as she nodded.

Her abdomen was not attractive.

It could even be described as ugly.

Besides being overweight, the biggest problem with her body was her abdomen; it was also the hardest area to improve.

Apart from the twisted, ugly scar stitched by the nurse, there were also the stretch marks that appeared after her body had rapidly ballooned in size.

Since Abigail was young, she was not worried that the stretch marks wouldn’t fade after losing weight. But it required a long process.

These days, she had bought many skincare products to remove stretch marks online, but none had satisfactory results. She had planned to make her own, but although traditional Flowery medicine was mild, its production would inevitably involve medicinal ingredients. Teddy was at the stage of exploring the world with his mouth and put everything he saw into his mouth every day. Her hands, nose, and cheeks had been bitten many times.

Moreover, she feared it would affect breastfeeding after use, so it was always put on hold. She was so used to seeing it every day that she didn’t dislike it anymore and accepted it as her body, even if it wasn’t perfect.

But accepting it herself didn’t mean others would accept it.

Especially with Brandon being a perfectionist, Abigail was at a loss.

No one in this world was willing to expose their ugly parts to others.

Abigail was no exception.

Yet she had just inexplicably agreed.

Feeling a bit annoyed, she wondered why this man wanted to see her cesarean scar so much. What? Did he suspect anew that she wasn’t Teddy’s mother?

Brandon, unaware of Abigail’s thoughts, carefully looked at her abdomen. He didn’t understand why he wanted to see it after hearing the female doctor’s words, but he did. He wanted to see where she gave birth to Teddy.

He wanted to know if the bloodied place had really healed.

If he had felt a strange kind of ache before, for the past few days, he dreamed of Abigail lying on the delivery bed, covered in blood with her abdomen dripping blood, without anyone to suture her.

Hence, he sought a doctor every night.

“What’s so special about a scar? If you dislike it, you don’t have to marry,” Abigail realized and said moodily.

Brandon didn’t move. He just looked at her quietly.

Abigail couldn’t stand the gaze of this handsome man, feeling her heart soften. With a resigned sigh, she said, “If you can’t sleep after seeing it, don’t blame me. Also, if you regret the marriage, that’s fine, but Teddy has to stay with me.”

With those harsh words, Abigail lifted her shirt boldly.

In the next moment, her lower abdomen was exposed to the air. The summer breeze brought a slight chill, revealing a twelve-centimeter scar.

It was two centimeters longer than the average cesarean scar, twisting hideously along Abigail’s soft belly, looking very ghastly on her fair skin.

The surrounding stretch marks were already fading, but it didn’t look like the belly of an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl.

It was ugly, and Brandon felt uncomfortable looking at it.

But not the kind of discomfort from compulsive disorder. It was the kind of discomfort from imagining how much it must have hurt.

Abigail was slightly dazed by his profoundly focused, tender gaze, unable to understand what was wrong with him.

“Are you… okay?” Abigail asked softly.

Brandon didn’t speak, just quietly gazing at the scar on Abigail’s belly before asking the same question as that day, “Did it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Abigail honestly replied, not sure what was going on with Brandon.

Three months had passed. Though the scar still looked ugly and hideous, it really didn’t hurt anymore. She needed time to smooth it out and forget the pain.

Brandon realized that this time, Abigail didn’t say it didn’t hurt but that it didn’t hurt anymore.

That meant it had hurt.

“Do you regret it?” Brandon’s long fingers instinctively touched the hideous scar, asking softly.

Abigail’s scar trembled upon touching his slightly cool skin, only understanding his meaning after a while, staring at him blankly.

Brandon looked at Abigail’s large, bright eyes, his heart growing even softer. “I meant about Teddy.”

“Oh.” Abigail finally understood, thinking a bit; she smiled bitterly. “I didn’t have a chance to regret it before. Now, I think I’m lucky.”

Indeed, Taylor’s mother and daughter didn’t give Abigail a chance to regret. Now, she had been wanting to be close to Teddy uncontrollably due to the original Abigail’s attachment. Her sentiment seemed to have merged with her body and soul, moving beyond their individualities.

Regret it?

She only felt lucky to be Teddy’s mother.

The happiest thing after her rebirth was that little guy, whose wholehearted dependence and trust kept her from feeling alone and bitter, making her existence in this body and world meaningful.

“I’m sorry.” Listening to Abigail’s words, Brandon softly said after a while.

Sorry for what happened. Sorry you had to endure so much at such a young age. Sorry I wasn’t by your side at the time.

Abigail stared at Brandon, “Are you… okay?”

“Thank you for giving birth to Teddy for me,” Brandon said softly.

Abigail’s body trembled, feeling an extreme sourness in her heart with a bit of redness in her eyes, not for herself but for that poor young girl.

A life never deeply loved, dying tragically and silently, with no one knowing she had died, bearing grievances, regrets, and endless pain, even leaving this world unwillingly.

Sometimes Abigail couldn’t help but wonder why she came to Abigail’s body. Was it her luck or that young girl’s obsession?

Brandon’s apology and thanks should have been for that real young girl.

But she couldn’t even tell the man the person he should apologize to and thank was long gone from this world…

With dry lips, Abigail didn’t know what to say to the man in front of her, standing there motionlessly.

After a while, Brandon realized his outburst caused his embarrassment. He hid his pity, poking Abigail’s belly to conceal his emotions. “It’s truly ugly. You’re right, I probably won’t sleep well from now on.”

Still overwhelmed by the blend of emotion and contradiction, Abigail simply responded, “…”

Fuck!

Where was her knife?

She pulled her clothes back down and gave the man a cold glance, “Satisfied? Can I leave now!”

Without waiting for Brandon to respond, she turned and left.

If a moment ago, Abigail had felt saddened that the original person couldn’t live to hear this man’s apology and thanks, she now felt relieved.

If it weren’t for her standing here today, the poor young girl would likely have been at a loss and hiding in a corner, licking her wounds.

Abigail had never thought that without her, Abigail Lin would never be standing here!