My brother’s worried face filled my vision. I forced a weak smile, but the tears slipped out anyway.
“Scott,” I choked, “how could he once kneel down and beg me, saying he wanted a child as the symbol of our love?”
The truth was, I never even wanted children. Phyll promised me the same when we married.
But later, he dropped to his knees, saying he didn’t want to disappoint his parents, saying he dreamed of holding the child born from our love.
As such, I gave in. Even when I found out about my infertility, guilt ate at me until I agreed to IVF.
I carried that child for him, vomiting until I was half-dead during pregnancy, nearly dying in childbirth, shedding handfuls of hair afterward from hormone crashes, and losing sleep night after night.
Breastfeeding also felt like my body was being torn apart, like my chest was in a shark’s jaws. The pain it brought made me break out in cold sweats.
And in the end, I was nothing but a tool, a fool who got played over and over again.
Barbara picked out a piece of lingerie, smirking triumphantly. “You know the saying, wives are like clothes, but friends are like your own limbs. Clothes can be replaced anytime, but you can’t cut off your hands and feet. I also didn’t want a stranger raising our baby, so Phyll refused to hire a nanny for Sabrina and just made her do everything herself. Now that’s a true friend.”
She twirled with a laugh, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Look at me now. I’ve got a man supporting me, I get to be a mother without the pain, don’t even have to raise the child myself, and in the future, our baby will look after me. All I have to do is stay beautiful and carefree. Honestly, life doesn’t get any better than this.”
As I felt I couldn’t listen anymore, my stomach suddenly churned until I thought I’d be sick.
Sabrina's POV
I told my brother to ask the shop owner to pack up the surveillance footage and send it to us as evidence. At the same time, we asked the nanny to drop the baby off at Phyll’s parents’ house.
“Miss, what if they refuse to take him?” the nanny asked.
Of course, they wouldn’t want him.
When I was pregnant, they made big promises, talking as if they couldn’t wait to welcome the baby. But once he was born, they stayed as far away as possible, scared that caring for him would be too much trouble.
“Then just leave him at their doorstep,” I said coldly.