My wife didn’t reply. All the way, the voice that spanned two lives kept circling in my mind. As I was on the verge of believing it again, my wife pressed two sheets of paper into my hand.
“This is the property waiver agreement. These past days, your absentmindedness has been obvious. You saying you don’t want this child is probably because of this. But I truly just want to live a good life with you.”
I slammed the brakes, pulling the car to the roadside.
That voice came again, perfectly timed, “Dad, don’t believe her words! This is a trap to capture you by letting go! Your time isn’t long, only three days! They’re about to act!”
Days of nonstop torment had pushed me to the edge. I left my wife in the care of the housekeeper, using work at the company as an excuse, and didn’t go home for three days and nights.
I locked myself in the office, staying awake for seventy-two hours straight. Was she cheating or not? Was the child mine or not? My head was filled with nothing else.
I set an alarm, and when it rang at the fifty-ninth minute, I jumped up from the floor to the desk, brushing off the ash that had gathered on me.