“My daughter, please, let us go,” my father begged, his voice trembling. “I was a little harsh just now. Don’t take it to heart.”
He almost knelt down before me. I looked down at them, feeling both uneasy and anxious.
“Then tell me now! Why has everyone been afraid of me since I got pregnant?”
My mother couldn’t look me in the eye. Her voice shook as she said,
“You… you’ll find out when you go for your prenatal checkup.”
A chill spread through me.
In my previous life, my parents had poisoned me with rat poison.
And now, in this life, they were terrified of me — but why?
I didn’t have time to press them for answers. My appointment was about to start.
I packed my bag quickly and drove to the hospital.
The checkup went smoothly. The doctor told me the baby was healthy.
I was about to ask more questions, but then I noticed her hands trembling slightly. I decided not to push further.
While waiting for the report, I saw Rendy in the hospital corridor.
He wore a white lab coat, but I recognized his tall figure right away.
“Rendy!” I called out as I walked toward him.
His hand, clutching a pen, shook violently.
“You… Kayla,” he stammered. “I already sent the divorce papers to your house. Why won’t you let me go?”
My chest tightened with anger. He really thought I came to make trouble.
“Rendy, are you even a man?” I snapped. “You’re divorcing me while I’m pregnant. What are you planning to do with me and the baby?!”
Rendy avoided my eyes and took two steps back, keeping his distance.
“Kayla, you’re the one I feel most sorry for,” he said quietly.
“So I made it clear in the divorce papers — I’ll leave everything to you and pay five thousand dollar a month.”
“Please, Kayla… stop coming to me.
Looking at his pale, frightened face, my heart twisted painfully.
“Can you at least tell me why you want a divorce?” I asked softly. “You clearly loved me before I got pregnant.”
Rendy’s eyes met mine, his voice trembling.
“Kayla, I’ve always loved you,” he said. “But now… I’m more afraid of you.”
I froze, stunned. Then, as if surprised by his own words, Rendy suddenly turned and ran.
I chased after him, but my foot caught on a step and I fell hard. Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a cold hospital bed.
The nurses told me Rendy had carried me there himself and even paid for my treatment.
But when one of the nurses handed me a paper, her face was pale with fear.