Jonah tried to persuade me with kind but patronizing words, "Clara, don't worry. You know what Gerald's personality is like. Aside from being impulsive and hot-tempered, he doesn't have any major issues. How could Gerald ever have an affair?"
Even he looked down on my family. All of them made every effort to speak highly of Gerald.
About the divorce? They dismissed the idea outright. But reconciliation, they insisted on that.
"Fine!" I felt an unprecedented calm. Love was a feeling, intangible yet deeply sensed. It can bloomed in an instant and vanished just as quickly.
From beginning to end, no one uttered a single word of concern for me. Every conversation revolved around Gerald.
His parents dragged me, against the hospital's advice, out of the ward. Weakened and frail, I was forced to sign a reconciliation agreement at the police station.
In the mediation room, Gerald held my hand, solemnly promising, "Clara, I'm sorry. I lost control last night. I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you! In front of your father, I'll write a formal guarantee that I won't lay a finger on you again. As for the baby, it's gone, but we can always have another."