Even when I was lying in the cold operating room of the hospital, enduring the pain of losing a child, he was still texting me, asking me to send clothes to Jessica's baby.
Everything is my own fault.
After packing up all the baby's things and burying them properly, I went to the confinement center.
There were only two divorce agreements in the bag.
Brian looked at my empty bag with a frown on his forehead.
"Didn't I tell you to bring more clothes? The baby's skin is sensitive now and can't wear diapers."
"There are no clean clothes left. What do you want the baby to wear?"
I gave him a cold glance.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Brian's breathing became rapid with anger. After all, I had never argued with him before.
I was about to take out the divorce agreement when Jessica ran out of the house and grabbed my arm.
"Grace is here! Come in quickly, it's cold outside."
"Brian, really. I said to order takeout, but he insisted on you coming in person."
"Don't be angry. Let me talk to him properly!"
She raised her hand and playfully pounded on Brian's chest.
She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of provocation.