His hand, clutching a pen, shook violently.
“You… Kayla,” he stammered. “I already sent the divorce papers to your house. Why won’t you let me go?”
My chest tightened with anger. He really thought I came to make trouble.
“Rendy, are you even a man?” I snapped. “You’re divorcing me while I’m pregnant. What are you planning to do with me and the baby?!”
Rendy avoided my eyes and took two steps back, keeping his distance.
“Kayla, you’re the one I feel most sorry for,” he said quietly.
“So I made it clear in the divorce papers — I’ll leave everything to you and pay five thousand dollar a month.”
“Please, Kayla… stop coming to me.
Looking at his pale, frightened face, my heart twisted painfully.
“Can you at least tell me why you want a divorce?” I asked softly. “You clearly loved me before I got pregnant.”
Rendy’s eyes met mine, his voice trembling.
“Kayla, I’ve always loved you,” he said. “But now… I’m more afraid of you.”
I froze, stunned. Then, as if surprised by his own words, Rendy suddenly turned and ran.
I chased after him, but my foot caught on a step and I fell hard. Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a cold hospital bed.