After all, the Shawn family inherently favored boys over girls. From the day of my prenatal examination, I knew it from what Alice had said.
When we had come out of the hospital, she kept saying happily, "It must be a chubby boy. I have a grandson."
I wasn't very happy at that time, but I held back my anger. Instead, I smiled and asked her, "Maybe it's a girl. What's wrong with a girl? She can be Gavin's little sweetheart."
Alice retorted in an unfriendly tone, "Stop talking nonsense! It must be a son!"
I turned my head and looked at Gavin with complaint, hoping that he would express his opinion, but he laughed it off and brushed it aside.
Since then, I knew that Gavin and I wouldn't last long. I didn't expect it to end so soon.
I couldn't believe our marriage would end in such a disgusting way.
3
I suppressed my disgust and coquettishly said to Gavin, "Honey, don't blame me, okay?"
Seeing me constantly caressing my belly, Gavin looked somewhat distressed for me. He reached out and hugged me.
"Okay, okay. I won't blame you anymore. Be obedient. Give birth to the baby. Let's live a good life."
"Fuck you!"
"I won't live with a stupid like you even if I can't get married for a lifetime!"