"Yolanda, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear Sandy say she was sick?
"You go home and celebrate my mother's birthday. We are not far from home, and you can walk home. Sandy can't take care of herself. I need to hurry over now."
I looked at Ethan in shock and disappointment.
"Ethan, I've been pregnant for eight months. The doctor said that I'm at risk of premature birth at any time."
Ethan glanced at my belly with disdain and snorted coldly.
"Yolanda, you know how you got pregnant. I married you only out of responsibility. Don't try to threaten me with this. It will only make me sick."
Ethan's words were like a knife stabbing into my heart, making me unable to breathe.
I had always known that Ethan married me just for the baby in my belly.
In his eyes, I was just a woman who would do anything to marry him.
But that night, it was he who took the initiative, but in the end, he said I did that shamelessly to marry him.
In the end, Ethan kicked me out of the car.
Before he left, I heard him calling Sandy and comforting her softly, "Sandy, I'll be there soon. Wait for me."
My fetus had always been unstable. The doctor said that I should rest in bed as much as possible.