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I touched my slightly bulging belly, took a deep breath, and prepared to apologize to the baby inside. I couldn’t keep it!
But as soon as the words left my mouth, my voice trembled with a suppressed sob.
I had planned to surprise Ethan with the news of the baby on his birthday, but now it seemed he didn’t need it anymore.
The baby was two months old. It took a lot of coaxing from me for Ethan to finally agree to have a child.
He didn’t enjoy intimacy with me and didn’t like children. He said children were inherently naughty, noisy, and energy–consuming to raise.
Recently, I saw him often browsing information about preparing for a baby and staying up late making two spreadsheets, one for the expectant mother’s needs and the other for the baby’s needs.
I thought he knew I was pregnant and was happy like a fool. But now it seemed it wasn’t prepared for me at all!
Ethan came home surprisingly early today. I glanced at the time, it was only 8 p.m. Usually, he wouldn’t come back until after midnight.
He called my name, but I didn’t answer him as I lay in the bedroom. He didn’t call me again.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. He came to the bedroom after showering, didn’t turn on the light, and just quietly lay down
beside me.
A warm sensation spread across my waist, it was the first time he had taken the
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initiative to hug me.
Then he buried his head in the crook of my neck and said in a pleading tone, “Honey, I really didn’t do anything with her. This sperm donation was just to help her fulfill a wish. Emily really loves children, I promise that once she gives birth, I’ll cut all ties with her.”
I didn’t speak, just removed his hand from my waist and silently moved away.
He sensed my attitude and immediately became dissatisfied, “I’ve already humbled myself to appease you, what more do you want? Don’t forget that you said you didn’t mind my past and just wanted to be with me.”
“Can you stop acting like a jealous wife? I could have kept it from you, but I told you out of respect, and you really disappointed me.”
He poured out all his dissatisfaction in one breath and then dropped a sentence, “Think about how I’ve been treating you lately. I even tried my best to cooperate with you when you wanted a child. I’ll sleep in another room tonight.”
The door slammed shut. I couldn’t help but laugh, laughing at my pathetic marriage and my own blindness.
In his eyes, apologizing to me was already giving me face, I shouldn’t hold a grudge, otherwise I would be the “jealous wife” he spoke of
His ability to treat me like this stemmed from my dog–like love for him.
Therefore, all this was my fault!
