Life was growing there.
It was my and Jean's child, the continuation of our love that we had hoped for for so many years.
But then, I suddenly didn't want to be a mother anymore.
I didn't want my child to grow up with the same incomplete childhood shadows as me.
I told my best friend, "From the moment Jean chose Gwen, from the moment he nodded and agreed to be someone else's father, he no longer deserves to be the father of my child."
On the day I had scheduled the abortion surgery with the doctor, I saw Jean, who was accompanying Gwen's son to the hospital.
Jean saw me at a glance, instinctively let go of Gwen's son's hand and called out to me, "Juliet, why are you here?"
He saw the examination report in my hand and was about to come forward.
"Are you sick?" he asked worrily, "What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me?"
I hadn't even spoken yet. Gwen immediately pushed her son, so Gavin cried and grabbed Jean's hand.
"Dad, my stomach hurts," Gwen's son pulled hard on Jean, preventing him from coming over, "It hurts so much."
I saw a flicker of hesitation in Jean's eyes and finally he picked up Gavin and struggled to look at me.
"Juliet, there are priorities, you should understand."
Jean was about to leave.
I only felt ridiculous.
My best friend, holding the payment slip, saw this scene and, in a fit of anger, rushed up and started cursing, "You bastard, how dare you show your face here!"
"Okay," my best friend stepped forward and tried to grab Jean, "You have time to be with a bastard but no time to be with your wife, right?!"
My best friend grabbed Jean and shouted, "Don't go! Don't you know what happened to Juliet…"
"I'm not a bastard!"
Gavin struggled out of Jean's arms and was about to rush towards my best friend, who couldn't dodge in time, but I pulled her away forcefully.
I was hit in the lower abdomen by Gavin's hard head and pain spread throughout my body.
My back hit the wall and I fell to the ground, trembling all over from the pain.
He still wouldn't give up and stomped on my stomach.
"Bitch, it's all your fault, you bitch! You seduced my dad. You're a slut!"
A crowd of people gathered around.
They all started attacking me, accusing me of being a mistress, calling me shameless and disgraceful.
Jean stood outside the crowd, looking down at me, as if waiting for me to admit my mistake.