“I’ve known Leon since we were kids. I treat him like a little brother. What’s wrong with helping him out a bit? I’m pregnant, already in a bad mood. Can’t you just cut me some slack?”
Yes, she’s pregnant and the child had congenital issues, at risk of miscarriage at any moment. But even so, she could cook for Leon, killed cockroaches and completely ignored the doctor’s warnings.
In the past, I would have argued with her. But now, I just didn’t care anymore.
I nodded coldly. “I won’t get jealous anymore.”
Soon after that, I turned and went back to the bedroom, leaving her standing there, stunned.
After becoming pregnant, Karen used the excuse that I would disturb her rest to insist on sleeping in separate rooms. I knew she wanted to have a video chat with Leon alone. In the past, I would come up with various reasons to get her to stay with me in the living room, but today, I ignored her sitting on the sofa and went straight to my room to lie down.
I contacted a doctor friend I knew and sent them today’s test results. They replied quickly.
[Is she hospitalized? In this situation, she needs to be admitted immediately. The baby’s condition isn’t good. According to the report, she may need long-term hospitalization and observation.]
I briefly asked if the child would have any physical illnesses. My friend's chat box showed "typing..." for a long time and I understood. At that moment, I surprisingly felt a sense of relief, as if the last bit of emotional attachment and hope had faded away.
I exchanged a few words with my friend and finally told them that I was planning to persuade Karen to terminate the pregnancy while the baby was still small. I didn’t want the child to come into this world and suffer.
Just after I hung up, Karen came in, eyeing me suspiciously. “Who were you talking to?” she asked.
I ignored her and silently messaged a lawyer, asking them to draft a divorce agreement.
After hesitating for a while, Karen finally said, "Aren’t we chatting tonight?"
"No, I'm tired today."
I wasn’t sure why she suddenly came to me, but I was exhausted and didn’t want to say anything to her. Standing at the door, her face changed several times before she slammed the door and said, "Fine, no chat then."
That’s how she always was—hitting me with a stick, then offering a sweet treat afterward.