"So what if she's pregnant? I'm not about to start pampering her. Besides, who else would want a blind woman besides me?"
"Don't mind her, she won’t go far," he scoffed. "Just wait. She’ll come crawling back, crying and begging for forgiveness."
But he was wrong.
That night, dressed in nothing but thin layers, I took a cab to the hospital to schedule an abortion.
I didn’t want the child. I didn’t want him either.
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On the last night of the year, while other families celebrated together, I sat across from the on-call doctor and booked the procedure.
Afterward, I drifted back home like a ghost. The house was dark. Not a single missed call on my phone.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
New Year’s Eve—a time for families to be together. And yet, I was the loneliest person in the world.
Exhausted, I slowly made my way upstairs, feeling my way through the darkness.
But just as I reached for the bedroom door, a woman’s sultry voice drifted out.
"Not so rough… Mr. Bowen, when are you finally going to divorce her?"
My heart plummeted. My hand froze in midair.
I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, unable to move, unable to breathe.