“After I’m born, they’ll make me inherit everything you own and throw you out of the house! I don’t want to be a bastard, hurry and get rid of me, then divorce her!”
That familiar voice sent a cold shiver through me. The image of my wife jumping from the hospital’s top floor in my past life flashed before my eyes, and I trembled.
I knew that now, living again, I should believe her. But the child's words that, after he was born, I would hand over all the property to her had indeed come from me before.
Thinking of how hard I had worked to build my business, I asked my wife to step out of the doctor’s office, then turned to the doctor.
“Doctor, can you tell me how many months my wife has been along?”
“You men really don’t pay attention. Didn’t I just say during the exam? Two months.”
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, that same childish voice echoed in my head. “Dad, don’t believe the doctor. They’re all lying to you!”
This time, I ignored it and forced a calm smile as I turned to the doctor. “Then… can you tell me exactly how many days into the two months?”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed. He set the medical records he had been tidying onto the table and glanced at me.