My Wife Went Crazy When I Took Her BabyChapter 1
When my wife was three months pregnant, she knelt down before me and said she wanted to have an abortion—because the company was about to go bankrupt and she needed to study abroad for a year.
Through tears, I agreed, deciding to help her rebuild once she came back.
But a year later, she returned—with a baby in her arms.
When her friend heard the news, she praised her without hesitation.
“You transferred the company’s funds to run away with Eric overseas and you actually gave birth to his baby? Your husband’s such an idiot; he believes everything you say.”
My wife gave a faint, calm smile.
“Without a child, he can focus better—working hard for me and Eric. He was born to be a workhorse.”
I stood frozen at the office door, my whole body cold, but in the end, I left quietly.
Fine. If that’s how it was, then I had nothing left to hold on to.
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“You really pulled it off, huh? Getting your husband to agree to an abortion?”
Abigail Fields’s tone dripped with mockery as she spoke to my wife.
Charlotte Evans, my wife, snorted. “What else could I do? I promised Eric I’d only have his child.”
“That’s smart!” Abigail chuckled, “You made your husband think the company was going bankrupt so he’d clean up the mess for you, while you used the money to buy Eric a big house overseas, play house with him—and even have his baby.”
“Without a child, he can focus better—working hard for me and Eric. He was born to be a workhorse. While Eric has suffered enough following me these past few years; I should at least compensate him. Not that pathetic loser,” Charlotte’s voice dripped with disdain.
I froze in place.
So it turned out — her claim that the company was going bankrupt was a lie.
She hadn’t wanted an abortion because she was depressed — she’d done it to make room for another man’s child.
The conversation in the office went on, but I could no longer make out the words.
My ears buzzed, drowning everything else out.
Suddenly, Charlotte’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and her expression softened instantly.
“What? You sprained your ankle? Okay! Don’t worry, I’ll be right there!”
She hung up, grabbed her coat from the chair and rushed out.
I instinctively stepped back into the fire exit at the end of the hallway, watching her hurried figure disappear around the corner.
My hand moved to my side, brushing over the wound that still ached faintly.