Facing Ryan, I forced a loving smile, as if our marriage were still full of tenderness.
“Ryan, I went for a checkup today. I can’t wait to meet our baby.”
Ryan rested his chin on my lap, gazing at me with those soulful eyes, his voice gentle.
“Emily, we will. When the time comes, we can deliver early by C-section, and the baby can go straight into the incubator.”
“Emily, I’ve seen the suffering you’ve endured during pregnancy. If only we hadn’t decided to keep this child… but once he’s born, I’ll raise him right.”
Ryan valued this child deeply. At first, I had naively believed we would be happy forever.
But I never expected to become nothing more than a vessel for him and Lily to have a child.
Love can be performed too. Looking at Ryan’s face, I said calmly, “There’s no chance anymore.”
Ryan froze.
“Emily, what do you mean, no chance?”
I smiled lightly, pretending it was nothing.
“Nothing. Ryan, I was just thinking about our baby. You’ll meet him soon.”
Just then, there was another knock, followed by a lively, playful voice—Lily’s.
“Sis? Brother-in-law? Are you inside?”
I noticed Ryan’s expression flicker unnaturally.
Then Lily bounded toward me, her eyes locked on my stomach.