"As long as the baby in Regina’s belly is fine, don’t worry about Evelyn. Move all the doctors and nurses to take care of Regina. I’ll handle Evelyn myself."
Not long after that, the door opened and Michael walked in. When our eyes met, he looked a little awkward. For a second, his usual arrogance faded.
"I didn’t know you were pregnant," he said as if it was nothing important.
"But a miscarriage isn’t a big deal. It’s not the first time, right?"
He chuckled like it was some kind of joke.
"Now that you’ve lost it, you can take care of Regina’s baby without distractions."
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I just stared at him and thought of the first baby I lost. Back then, Regina had just appeared in our lives. She cried and made a big scene, saying she didn’t want to ruin someone else’s marriage.
Michael, desperate to keep her, made me take abortion pills.
"Don’t think you can tie me down by getting pregnant," he said coldly.
"I hate kids. Especially ones from you."
I had to go through a painful, irregular abortion. The doctor said I might never have children again.
Right after the operation, I got a photo from Regina. She and Michael were lying in bed together.