I looked past Alex towards Emily on the hospital bed. Her eyes glistened with tears as she spoke, "You two are so happy, about to become a family of three... unlike me..."
Before she could finish, tears streamed down her face.
Alex sighed, placed the pancake back in my hands, and turned back towards her.
I looked at him pleadingly. "I've been feeling so nauseous these days. I worked hard to make this pancake."
He stroked my head, smiling gently. "Then I insist on trying my wife's cooking today."
But I still couldn't convince Alex to come home.
I pinched my arm, pretending it was nothing, "You said you had a big surgery tonight. What are you doing here?"
"The surgery got canceled due to a special case," he said, smacking his forehead. "I forgot to tell you, Emily and her son don't have anyone to take care of them. I'll stay here tonight."
I stood frozen. What about me? I'm carrying your child.
"Sweetheart, it's less than three months. You can manage, right?" he tugged lightly at my sleeve.
Was he really using another woman to guilt me?
In front of others, Alex was always so stoic, no one would believe he was capable of something like this.