My baby kicked, as if trying to console me. I rubbed my belly.
"It's okay, baby. Mom is here," I gently assured, tears streaming on my face. "Mom loves you. You still have me"
After a while I calmed down, and coming out from the kitchen I notice the well prepared table that I made. Anger surged within me. All this and for what?!
Without hesitation, I threw all the dishes on the floor, creating a mess. The food I meticulously prepared was suddenly gone. The maids behind me flinched from the sounds of glasses breaking, as if scared.
"Don't serve dinner," I warned them. "Go clean the mess up." Their Master is probably full. I snickered and marched towards the bedroom. Is our marriage going to fail just like this?
No! My baby still needs a Father!
There's still a chance to reclaim Jasper's attention, to rekindle our dwindling connection.
But as I scrolled through Sophia's social media, a two-month-old post pierced my heart like a dagger: Sophia's own pregnancy announcement.
"Oh, God..." I muttered under my breath, my eyes welling up.
They have a baby. While I do my pre-natal check-ups alone, Jasper accompanied Sophia with hers.