I looked at him. The photos and messages flooded my mind. I felt so wronged that I burst into tears.
I wondered why on earth he did so to me.
If he didn't love me anymore, he could have said it out loud.
"Do I look like the kind of person who will pester him?"
Seeing that I cried, he immediately pulled me into his embrace.
As he kissed away the tears from the corners of my eyes, he coaxed me gently, "I'm sorry, Jessa. I didn't mean to be mean to you. I was worried that I couldn't support you after losing my job."
I sniffed.
I looked up at him and said, "Honey, do you think I'm a good-for-nothing? I need you to raise me at such a young age."
In fact, I was not a good-for-nothing.
Under Spencer's supervision, I had excellent grades since I was a child. Although I was not proficient in every subject, I had basically passed the test.
I had studied at a prestigious university. As soon as I graduated, some large-sized companies promised to hire me.
I was full of confidence and ready to show off in the workplace.
Spencer suddenly mentioned that he wanted a child.
He said, "Don't go to work yet. Take good care of yourself. Let's get ready for pregnancy."