When she heard his voice, Tracy's smug expression instantly shifted into a pitiful one as she sobbed, "I only thought you would be upset because you had just lost your child and I want to comfort you. Why do you think I came here just to show off my pregnancy?"
Then she added, "I know you resent me for being with Devon, but that’s all in the past. Aren’t you and Blake happy now?”
Blake's sorrowful eyes zeroed in on Tracy's red and swollen cheek. Then his gaze became fiery as he looked at me to roar at me, "Julie, what the hell are you doing? How could you be so cruel? She’s pregnant!”
I ignored his anger and my eye met his without wavering and my voice was steady but ice-cold, "Let me ask you ... tell me, where are my parents' ashes?"
He froze as confusion flashed across his face. “Of course, they’re buried in the cemetery. Why are you asking about this?”
The expression on Tracy's face changed, she pulled Blake's hand and said, "Blake, I don’t feel well. My stomach … something’s wrong. Please, take me for a check-up. I’m scared it might be something wrong with the baby.”
Blake hesitated. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he helped Tracy to leave the room.
The moment they left the ward, I grabbed my belongings and walked out of the hospital. As soon as I got home, I gathered my ID and bank card and left. Before I did, I signed the divorce papers I had prepared in advance and left them neatly on the coffee table.
Blake! Tracy! I vowed. The next time we meet, I’ll make sure I'll give the two of you some unforgettable gifts.
