I was shaking from the cold, my body convulsing, but I kept begging him.
But his response was cruel, "Annie says that pregnant women are just being dramatic. I know you want to keep me, but using the child to manipulate me won’t work anymore!"
"If you want to pretend, then go ahead—pretend as much as you want!"
He slammed the door on me and locked me inside the house.
The stark contrast between his callous departure back then and his nervous concern for Annie now was jarring—like night and day.
Perhaps due to some lingering conscience, Dwayne turned back and said to me, "Wait here. I'll come find you when I'm done."
Watching him help Annie leave, I took a deep breath, then turned and walked into the outpatient department.
Although Dwayne never cared for me, he was always there for the children.
On every prenatal check-up day, no matter how much Annie cried or caused trouble, Dwayne would always show up by my side, fulfilling his so-called fatherly duty.
But it was only for the check-ups. He never wanted to be around at any other time.
Because Annie told him that the more a pregnant woman is pampered, the more pretentious she becomes.
And what Dwayne hated most were pretentious women.