After that, I slowly went from pain to numbness to his cheating.
But last year, when my mother-in-law discovered I couldn’t sleep without medication, she finally conceded.
"If you give Sean a child — boy or girl — I'll agree to your divorce."
Desperate for freedom, I forced myself to recover and take care of my body.
But he wouldn't touch me. He preferred living at the office to coming home.
So, I took matters into my own hands, using his sperm to undergo IVF.
Thankfully, it worked.
I got pregnant and gave birth.
Now, I was finally on the brink of freedom.
Not long after my mother-in-law's call, Sean stormed into the hospital room, his face cold as ice.
The nurse told him, "It's a boy."
Sean's face flickered with shock. He quickly recovered and said, "Please arrange a paternity test as soon as possible."
His words struck like a slap in the air.
My mother-in-law, who had just returned from a phone call, heard it clearly. Her face darkened with fury.
"Sean! Your wife just gave birth to your child, and this is how you treat her? Are you even human?"
Afraid of truly angering his mother, he backtracked awkwardly. "I was just joking."
I heard everything.
But I didn’t get angry.