Alan's expression darkened, his eyes turning cold instantly.
"Think carefully. I never beg."
I didn't respond, just picked up my phone and walked out the door.
But I had no idea where to go, so I wandered aimlessly.
After not eating or drinking for over ten hours, my stomach started cramping painfully.
I passed a noodle shop and went inside to order a bowl of pork noodles, but as soon as it was placed in front of me, nausea hit, and I threw up, clinging to a trash can until I nearly passed out.
I went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. The young clerk, startled by my condition, helped me clean my wounds and urged me to go to the hospital.
But I didn't go. I went home instead.
When I saw the two lines on the test, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If I had known about this baby yesterday, I would have been overjoyed, eager to share the news with Alan.
I thought he should know. After all, this was the child we'd been waiting for five years.
I would tell him, then leave. That was what I told myself.
I sat in the dark until dawn. Alan finally came home with Lucy.
At the elevator entrance, before they could even make it inside, they were already kissing passionately.