Burning with humiliation and despair, I asked coldly, “Yes, the child is innocent. In order to save your illegitimate child, my child and I may die. Marlon, don’t you think you’re too cruel?”
Marlon, who was always calm, had a flash of panic in his eyes.
“That’s not what I meant, Margret. I will definitely hire the best doctor for you. Didn't you also want a child before? Why don't you think about the good results? You will all live well and we will live together as a family in the future.”
I looked at him and felt that he was so strange, so I asked again, “Do you really think we can go on living together after this? Maybe it works for you, having a wife and a concubine—but what about me?”
Marlon walked to the door and said earnestly, “Margret, Melanie never wanted to compete with you for anything. I have you in my heart and you will always be my wife, but can you be more generous? This child must stay.”
He left the ward and hired two nurses to look after me closely to prevent any possibility of me having a miscarriage.
I became more determined to get a divorce and called my lawyer, “Mr. Cain, if the other party disagrees, is there any way to get a divorce?”