"The baby isn’t even yours. Why bother visiting her? I want to go to see the idol's concert. I want you to accompany me ..."
He went out to answer the phone and never came back.
As I stared at the door he left through, a mom-to-be walked past my door, supported by her husband.
"Do you think the baby will look like you or me?" she asked playfully.
"Like you, of course — beautiful like you," he teased, making her laugh.
The woman was coaxed by her husband to laugh, and her husband laughed with her. His eyes stared at the woman beside him for an instant, and his movements were careful for fear of falling on her.
Look at their body overflowing with happiness.
I was envious.
If there is someone who can love me, how good would it be?
Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality by my phone buzzing on the bedside table.
[You've received 50,000 dollars on your card.]
I checked the transfer message.
It read: [From Mom.]
I steadied my thoughts, deciding not to return the money. After all, I deserved it.
After a few days in the hospital, my mother-in-law brought me back home to recover.
She promised me that the day my confinement period ended would be the day she helped finalize my divorce from Sean.
With her promise, the restless ache in my heart finally began to settle.
That night, the director of the orphanage suddenly called me.
She said she had found my birth parents, but they had died a long time ago.
But they left me a letter and a key.
I was required to go to the local police station in their hometown personally to collect the letter and key left by my biological parents.
After jotting down the address, I was about to slip the note into my phone case when I heard the door open.
Sean pushed the door and walked in.
As he came in, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol.
Before I could speak, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, eyes closed. "Mom told me to live a good life with you from now on," he muttered.
Hearing this, I was shocked.
My mother-in-law had promised to help us divorce. Why had she changed her mind?
A wave of unease swept over me. I threw back the blanket, ready to find her and get an explanation.
But Sean suddenly rolled over, grabbing my arm. His expression turned stern as he scolded, "Do you realize you can't catch a chill right now? You're a mother now—take better care of yourself!"
His sudden concern sent a chill down my spine.