Because of his words, I was moved by him.
I had never enjoyed the warmth of home.
What I wanted most was to have a home that belonged to me.
I left the baby in my belly.
I thought he would turn over a new leaf and come back to this family.
I was fooled.
He pretended to be a good husband for less than half a year, but his true colors were revealed.
When I was six months pregnant, I saw him bringing another woman home to hang out.
During the quarrel, he pushed me and almost caused me to miscarry.
Afterward, he humbled himself in the ward and begged me to forgive him for the last time.
He said humbly, “Rosa, the baby in your belly can’t live without a father.”
My bottom line retreated again and again and he became more and more unscrupulous.
I handed him the knife that hurt myself.
My phone vibrated.
Sienna sent a pregnancy check-up form and a photo of George accompanying her for a gynecological check-up. She said.
“So what if you have a child? People who don’t love you won’t love the child you give birth to. With just one word from me, he can abandon you and your child and follow me away. Rosa, you are a joke.”
Yes, I was a joke.
I would never have any expectations for George again.