"What's so special about being pregnant? You didn't ruin everyone's mood when you were on your period, but she gets special treatment just for being pregnant?" Milo glared at me. "Today, she has to play."
"Milo, look at my belly. It's hard for me to even bend over right now," I said.
"Did I ask you to come?" Milo's face grew colder. "You insisted on coming. Did you come here just to disgust me?"
His words made him feel more and more like a stranger to me. I forced back my grief and held in my tears. It was true, he hadn't invited me to this trip. I was the one who had wanted to come.
Ever since I got pregnant, Milo had made me stay home to rest. Lately, I had been hearing too many rumors and often saw Dakota posting photos of her and Milo together. Sometimes, when Milo stayed out late at night, Dakota would post on her Instagram Stories.
In the quiet company at night, it was just the two of them. As a woman, my instincts told me their relationship was not normal.
I was an orphan, and I cherished this marriage deeply. I was afraid of losing him. Hearing his cold words now, I understood he was angry because I had shown up and ruined his good time with Dakota.