Jordon stood beside Annette and grabbed Annette's waist as he sneered, “Why bother explaining to her? Who the hell is she?
“Let's go, sweetheart. We have an appointment with the doctor for a prenatal checkup today. Our baby must be healthy and safe.”
From beginning to end, Jordon never looked at me, his eyes were only on Annette.
I moved aside and calmly made way for them.
As he passed by me, Jordon finally saw the two urns in my arms.
“What kind of garbage did you pick up? It's so dirty, throw it out as soon as possible.”
After saying this, Jordon hugged Annette and left home.
I stared down at the urn in my arms and said, “Dad is not talking about you, don't be sad, you are mom's babies, you are not garbage.”
After carefully putting the urn down, I began to pack my child's things one by one.
Clothes, toys, cutlery and paintbrushes.
I then moved to the small desk in the children's room. There was a family photo on the desk, but there were only me and my two daughters in the photo, not Jordon.
I took the photo out of the frame.
The daughter drew a man on the photo with a paintbrush and wrote three words in her childish handwriting next to it.