I stared at the messages and couldn't help thinking, if he had listened to me last night and came to save me, would my child not have died like this?
But he didn't come. He was accompanying Emma Green.
I typed slowly: [Cody Walker, let’s get a divorce.]
After sending the message, I deleted him and prepared to bring my child back.
The nurses looked at me with pity along the way. I heard them whispering behind my back, discussing my aborted baby. This hospital was where I often went for prenatal checkups. Except for the time when I was diagnosed with pregnancy, Cody never accompanied me to the hospital again.
I was alone at every prenatal checkup.
He always said that he was very busy at work and the company had just gotten on track so he couldn't spare the time.
So I tried to be a sensible wife and always told him, "Okay, I can do it myself. You go ahead and do your work."
"Cody, you have always been a great help." A sweet female voice sounded, and I looked up and met the person's eyes.
Cody was holding a four-year-old child in his arms, and standing next to him was Emma Green.
They stood together, like a real family of three.
His eyes fell on me, and then a hint of impatience flashed across his face.
Emma also showed a surprised expression, and then she said hypocritically, "Monica? Are you here to see Cody?"
I lowered my eyes, "No."
After saying that, I wanted to leave without paying any attention to them, but Cody grabbed my hand and accused me, "Is it necessary to stare at me so closely? You're pregnant, and yet you come to the hospital for monitoring me."
He thought I was here to see him. Yes, I used to dislike him and her meeting each other, and I would always try to prevent them from being alone.
But now I no longer cared about it. I swept away his hand like a speck of dust, "Excuse me."
I didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore, but Emma didn't want to let me go.
She stepped forward and said, "Monica, Damian kept crying last night. I was afraid that he might be sick, so I asked Cody to take me to the hospital. Having an affair is not possible, don't be angry."
Cody frowned, "Why are you talking to her so much? Is there having something to do with her about my schedule?"