I ended our child’s life with my own hands.
While he held his newborn and discussed who the baby resembled with Elena, I took out the divorce papers I had prepared, along with a video recording
Then, I walked away from the home I had lived in for seven years.
At the hospital, Daniel watched as his parents beamed and cradled the baby in their arms. Their smiles stretched wide with joy.
For a brief moment, he felt relieved.
Finally, he had fulfilled his duty to continue the family line. His parents could no longer pressure him.
He could not deny that seeing the child filled him with happiness.
After all, this was his firstborn—perhaps even his only child.
He thought about how, when he got home, he would tell Abigail that the Cooper family now had an heir.
She would never have to go through the agony of hormone injections for IVF.
He had given his parents what they wanted.
From now on, things could return to the way they were—because he had only ever loved her.
However, when he recalled the despair in Abigail’s voice when he had carried Elena away, a deep unease crept into his heart.
He needed to go home. He had to explain everything to her. Ignoring his parents’ attempts to stop him, he rushed out of the hospital room.
He thought about buying a bouquet of Abigail’s favorite white roses on the way.
Every time he upset her, all it took was flowers and a heartfelt apology, and she would forgive him.
This time would be no different.
As he hurried down the hospital corridor, he ran into the doctor who had been overseeing Abigail’s IVF treatments.
The doctor grabbed his arm. “Hey, where’s your wife? She missed her prenatal checkup last month.”
Daniel’s steps came to an abrupt halt. His mind buzzed as if someone had struck him over the head.
It took him a long moment to find his voice. “What… did you just say?”
