Sean’s irritated voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Wendy, are you deaf? Didn’t I tell you to make Josie a cup of coffee?”
I took a deep breath.
I needed to bear with it.
Just three more days…
Three more days, and I would be done with both of them.
Josie spoke up for me. “Sean, don’t talk to Wendy like that. Maybe she’s just tired from taking care of you, so she didn’t hear you.”
Then, she glanced at Sean’s legs. He hated it when people mentioned it.
Sean glared at me and said, “Wendy, don’t be difficult. I’m your boyfriend. It’s your job to take care of me!”
He gritted his teeth as he looked at me.
“That’s about to change,” I suddenly said.
It was my first time talking back to him.
Sean was caught off guard.
When he noticed that I was not panicking as usual, he glared at me again. After that, he told Josie to push him outside for a walk.
The moment they left, I started packing.
Anything related to Sean went straight into the trash.
Halfway through, Sean came back.
He sat in his wheelchair and watched me coldly at the doorway.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle being called out? Why are you so sensitive? You’re nothing like Josie. She’s strong and tough.” Sean snorted.
He put me down to make Josie look better.
I used to get upset and overthink when he said things like that.
However, I would be gone in a few days. I did not care about Sean or Josie anymore.
Suddenly, Sean rolled his wheelchair closer.
He picked up the baby clothes I had left on the bed—the ones I had bought six months ago for the baby I lost.
His hands trembled slightly as he held them.
What was he trying to do? Acting like a loving father?
“Wendy, we’ll have another baby,” Sean promised me. But I did not care anymore.
My heart still hurt from what happened six months ago.
That day, Sean and I had gone for a prenatal checkup.
At the hospital entrance, we ran into Josie.
