But no matter what, I wouldn't donate my corneas.
I looked down, and my gaze fell on the crumpled B-ultrasound report in my hand.
From the day of our engagement, he had been demanding sex every day. Even if I had pain in my back pain and waist, he wouldn't let me go.
Finally, we had a child.
I was going to tell him today, but it seemed unnecessary now.
I made a phone call and scheduled an abortion surgery for tonight.
Coming to the guest room, I stared blankly at the room filled with baby products.
When Samuel's love for me was at its strongest, he spared no expense to build a baby room with a starry sky ceiling and a high-end wooden bed. He also bought me a range of baby care products.
He embraced me, and my nostrils were filled with the faint scent of his cologne.
"Clare, I will love our child with all my heart when it is born."
The past sweet words were gone just like fleeting clouds.
I drove to the hospital and signed the consent form myself.
The nurse asked if I had any family members present.
"After the operation, it is best for you to be accompanied by family members." She looked at me with reluctance in her eyes.