"Mike, can you divorce her? I'll go see a doctor, and I can have a baby. Don't let her give birth to a baby for us, okay?"

Hearing Cindy's words, I sneered. She was so good at scheming. When she needed me, she set up a trap to let me in. When she didn't need me, she wanted to kick me out.

But that was impossible.

I stroked my belly. It was up to me to decide whether to keep this child or not, not Cindy.