After smashing the glass, Regina also threw down the limited-edition bag nearby. The things I once wanted but couldn’t have were now trash in her hands. Michael stood nearby holding a bowl of soup, looking helpless.
"Alright, then don’t take them. But drink this soup to warm your stomach. Don’t starve the baby."
"Why are you so clueless? This isn’t what I wanted!" Regina shouted as she pouted.
"I regret asking you to be my baby’s father. I didn’t think you would get me pregnant so fast. I don’t understand why your wife has tried for years but can’t get pregnant."
In the past, no matter how careful I was, Michael was easily annoyed. Now, Regina refused him again and again, yet he didn’t seem upset at all. He didn’t even notice my swollen knee.
He just said to me calmly, "You’ve been pregnant before. You should know what pregnant women like. Go make a bowl of the soup you used to drink for Regina."
"I won’t. I’m not your nanny."
I turned to go upstairs.
Michael grabbed my wrist.
"Can’t you stop being selfish? When the baby is born, he’ll call you mom."
Looking at his handsome face that once felt like a gift from heaven, I suddenly felt sick. I handed him the divorce agreement.