Just as I finished, Dwayne appeared behind her, holding a bag of prescribed medicine. When our eyes met, he showed no trace of shame at being caught in such a situation. Instead, he stormed toward me, anger flaring in his voice as he demanded, "Where have you been these past few days?"
I stayed silent, taking a deliberate step back to maintain my distance.
This small action enraged Dwayne further. He snatched the registration slip from my hand, towering over me with a cold, condescending gaze.
"As a pregnant woman, running around recklessly with your baby—do you even care about basic safety?" he barked. "Your prenatal check-up isn’t due yet. Did you come to the hospital today just to follow me?"
Ever since meeting Annie, Dwayne’s mindset had turned stubborn and accusatory. No matter what I said, he would twist it to fit his narrative, refusing to believe anything I explained.
"I'm here to see a doctor," I replied plainly, though I knew my words would fall on deaf ears.