“There’s nothing between me and Sarah. And if there was, it’s in the past.”
“You’re always jealous. I can’t even take you out anymore!”
My icy, disappointed gaze swept over him.
He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated.
“Sarah is my sister-in-law. My brother’s gone, so it’s my duty to take care of her.”
“You and Sarah are the two most important women in my life. And besides—we’re legally married. What are you jealous of?”
Sarah, face flushed from drinking, collapsed into his arms, looping her arms around his neck and whispering sweetly.
Ryan instinctively let me go, holding her tightly instead.
I let out a bitter laugh, stepping into the downpour as tears mingled with the rain.
I took a cab straight to the hospital.
The doctor looked at me in shock when I asked for an abortion.
“An abortion? But you were so happy when we told you you were pregnant. It’s only been a day. Why change your mind?”
“You’ve gone through so much to get pregnant. Are you sure about this?”
I had a condition that made pregnancy difficult, but Ryan loved children.
I was terrified of pain, yet for him I endured countless herbal treatments and acupuncture sessions.
Even now, my hands were covered in tiny needle scars.