Edwin called, his voice softer than usual. “I know you’re upset. I was too harsh last night. Just rest at home for a while.”
After hanging up, I poured the porridge down the sink. It was full of scallions.
I wasn’t supposed to go out so soon after the miscarriage, but the most urgent thing now was getting my passport in order.
By the time I left the immigration office, it was midday.
Dizzy from the morning’s errands, I was ready to go home and sleep when a message from Edwin popped up.
[Come to my office. Now.]
I thought maybe he had found the divorce papers I’d hidden. Fine. I’d explain it to his face.
I turned the car toward the hospital.
In the ward corridor, the nurses glanced at me with open disdain, whispering behind cupped hands.
“She’s got some nerve, still clinging to Dr. Andrews.”
“Word is, she demanded a huge payout and said she’d keep causing problems until she got it.”
“Bet the baby wasn’t even his. Probably got rid of it on purpose to frame Nancy. What a scheme.”
I clenched my fists and ignored those insults.
Edwin and I had kept our marriage secret. Only our families and a few close friends knew.