He had already decided I was the one who hurt Anna, which meant that in his heart—she was more important than me.
I gave a bitter laugh, dragged my weak body out of bed, and opened the door.
In a second, David rushed past me to Anna’s side.
“Anna, are you okay? I’ll get the doctor right now!”
Before I could even speak, a nurse and a doctor came in for the examination.
During the process, David stood up and glared at me with a rage I had never witnessed before. For the first time, I felt a sliver of fear.
“It’s not what you think,” I explained weakly. “I didn’t do anything—she fell on purpose.”
But I knew it was useless. No matter what I said, David was convinced it was my fault.
He warned me not to lie again—if anything happened to Anna’s child, I’d pay dearly.
“I can barely walk—how could I possibly push her?”
“Stop making excuses! You just don’t want me to have a child!”
“What did you say?” I looked at him, stunned.
Seven years of marriage—and I wanted nothing more than to give him a child.
What I couldn’t accept was why he had to lie to me, why he had to secretly start a family with another woman.
“You just can’t stand the thought of me having kids while you can’t, isn’t that it?”