The moment the words left my mouth, the internet trolls erupted.
“Now anyone can just make these videos?”
“Are you dreaming? Your partner gets sick and you immediately abort the baby—are you even human? And you want us to apologize to you?”
“Keep dreaming!”
“People like you always get what’s coming!”
Some even DM’d me, asking for my address so they could send me razor blades.
I replied to each one.
“Go ahead. I’ll be here waiting. I bet you won’t dare.”
My words only enraged them further, their insults flooding the comment section.
Watching the chaos, I lifted the corner of my lips faintly.
Just as I was about to type, the sound of the door opening came—Ryan’s voice.
“Babe, do you want something to eat?”
“Mrs. Zhang said you went to the hospital today. Are you feeling unwell? I’m sorry, I haven’t paid enough attention to you lately because of my health.”
Ryan’s tone was warm, the tone of a good husband.
And he really was a good husband. No matter what happened, he was always the first to arrive, and he never once lost his temper with me.
Every anniversary gift was carefully prepared.