Chuck, who had been quiet all along, suddenly reacted. He coldly reprimanded, “Quinn, do you really have to say something so
outrageous? It’s just a child. We can just adopt one.”
Quinn, with sharp sarcasm, said, “Oh? You can ask Melinda to have a baby for you. It seems like she’d be more than willing.”
As Quinn’s words grew colder with each sentence, tears welled up in Melinda’s eyes. “Quinn, I know you hate me,” she sobbed.
“If saying all this makes you feel better, scold me all you want.”
Chuck lowered his head, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped away Melinda’s tears. He coldly said, “Don’t
pay attention to these crazy women.”
The sight of that handkerchief made my heart ache, as if it had been stomped mercilessly. That handkerchief was something I
personally picked out, washed, and put in Chuck’s uniform pocket.
Since Chuck was always on missions, he often forgot to bring tissues. He would always end up eating with dirty hands.
To prevent him from getting sick, I had put a clean handkerchief in every one of his pockets. But now, my tender care had become
Chuck’s way of pleasing another woman.
At that moment, my hatred was buried deep, and my mind became calm and rational. I never want Chuck again, and I would
never look back.
Perhaps the baby in my belly came into this world to reveal the truth about the man I shared my bed with.
At first, I didn’t even plan to have a baby. However, Chuck and his mother kept pushing me, saying his job was too dangerous and
they feared that one day he might die on duty without having one.
From the day I married Chuck, they started pressuring me to have a baby. I tried for nearly a year before finally getting pregnant.
Coincidentally, three months ago, not wanting me to go through the pregnancy alone, Quinn figured she might as well get
pregnant with me since she would have to give birth at some point.
Thinking of Quinn gave me strength. I was not alone. Quinn was my family forever.
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As I turned to look at her calm profile, I felt a renewed sense of power.
