My heart trembled as I bolted out of the yoga studio.
At a glance, I saw my wife crouched beside the car, clutching her belly, crying out in pain.
The memory of the child’s suicidal voice flashed through my mind, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.
I stepped forward, knelt beside her, and gently grasped her trembling hand, my voice tentative.
“Wife, this pregnancy is making you suffer so much. Even if the child is born, what if it isn’t well-behaved? I don’t want to see you go through all this pain for nothing. Maybe… we shouldn’t keep this child, alright?”
As soon as the words left my mouth, that childish voice echoed again. “Yes, Dad, I’ll try harder. Let’s hang in there together!”
“Ah! It hurts… it hurts so much…”
In an instant, my wife’s face turned pale. She curled up on the ground, her body writhing in pain. Her eyes, red and filled with tears, locked on mine with fierce desperation.
“Lucius, there’s no father like you in this world! If you don’t want me and the baby, then let’s get a divorce right now! I’d rather walk away with nothing than give up this child! Otherwise, just let me die here!”
“Dad, don’t believe her! She’s lying to you!”