"Elizabeth, were you serious just now? I’ve said so much, but you haven’t answered me."
"Do you want a classic wedding or something more modern?"
My voice was hoarse.
"Whatever you want. See you at the Town Hall in seven days."
I ended the call with the last bit of strength I had left.
The ward was warm, but I felt so cold. Just last night, I had only slapped Regina. Michael pretended to comfort me, but allowed someone to hurt me like that.
Was it really wrong to be angry when someone betrayed you? My hand moved to my flat belly. I bit down on my lip to stop a groan.
Eight years of marriage. I thought he loved me. But deep inside, he had always believed I was the one who caused his sister’s death.
No matter how many times I explained, he never believed me. If he didn’t love me and couldn’t forgive me, then I would walk away. With that thought, I tried to stand and prepare to transfer to another hospital. The farther away from them, the better.
But before I could move, the door opened.
Regina burst in, crying, with Michael right behind her, his face tight.
"If your wife doesn’t want this child to exist, then I’ll end it. I’ll have an abortion!"