But at that point, I didn't care anymore. After finalizing the divorce agreement, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor prescribed more medication and warned me that my condition was worse than before. He stressed that I needed to keep my emotions in check, as any stress could affect the baby.
Taking his advice seriously, I picked up my medication and went home. I started looking for a new place to live, knowing I couldn't stay in this toxic environment. It wasn't safe for me or for the baby. After searching all day, I found a place and paid the deposit. I gave myself the prescribed injection, and just as I started packing, I got a notification that James's car had pulled up downstairs.
I went down in my pajamas, thinking we could talk seriously.
But the moment he saw me, his face twisted in disgust. "You're going out like that? Can you stop embarrassing me? People will think I can't even afford to buy you makeup!"
Sitting in the passenger seat with her perfect makeup, Lindsay giggled and opened the door. Standing next to her, I felt even more worn out and drained.