"Once Ivy gives birth, he'll divorce her and marry me. Then we'll live happily together as a family of five."
My parents nodded in approval.
As I stood there, watching the five of them laugh and chat in the living room, it felt like knives were slashing through my chest.
Every word, every laugh, another cut into my flesh.
Because of IVF, I had spent two years enduring hormone medications, constant injections and a body bloated beyond recognition.
After I got pregnant, Hunter and my parents were always concerned I wasn't getting enough nutrition, forcing me to take endless supplements every day.
The fetus grew too large and by the fifth month, my belly was already covered in thick, unsightly stretch marks.
I used to think they cared about what I was going through.
Now I understood they only cared about the child in my womb, the one created from Savannah and Hunter's genes.
My fists clenched tightly, cold sweat sliding down my back. I fled from that suffocating house.
Once I calmed down, I didn't hesitate to pull out my phone and call the hospital.
"Hello, I'd like to schedule an abortion."
Since Hunter and the others were so eager for this child, I would prepare a grand gift for them.