Chapter 2

Lessie's POV 

“What ex?”

I pretended not to know which ex he was referring to, hoping that my husband would drop the matter. Sometimes, pretending ignorance is the best way out. I silently prayed he would end the conversation.

But he didn’t. “Stop this, Lessie,” he said with a frown. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

I was about to respond when something clicked in my mind. Did I just hear something about a pregnancy...?

“Freddie, am I pregnant?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

The happiness I felt quickly faded when I saw the disappointment on his face. “You’re not happy?”

“Of course not,” he nearly shouted. “Your pregnancy has made everything a mess!”

“B-” I tried to speak, but his next words cut me off.

“We're getting a divorce, Lessie.”

“What are you talking about, Freddie?” I forced a laugh.

“Stop this nonsense.”

“You want a divorce? Then... what about our baby?” I tried to sound as calm as possible.

“Baby? Don’t tell me you’re planning to keep it?”

“You… don’t want me to keep our baby?”

“You know Julie is back, and that means you can’t keep the baby.”

“I know she’s back, but how does that mean I have to sacrifice my baby?”

“Since we’re going to be together, you can’t have this baby.”

“Freddie, stop this. You’re hurting me.” Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Didn’t you expect to be hurt when you got pregnant? You knew I didn’t want you to be pregnant, yet you still went ahead with it.”

I looked at him, holding back my tears. “You didn’t want me to get pregnant, but you still slept with me? Are you serious right now?”

He laughed. "You wanted to sleep with me, so I just obliged. It’s not like I enjoyed what we did."

Embarrassment flooded me. "So it was only me who wanted it, not you?"

"Yes," he replied flatly.

“But regardless, I’m pregnant now, and you can’t just divorce me. I’m not agreeing to a divorce, and that’s final.”

“That’s why I want the baby gone. Then, you’ll have no excuse to stop the divorce.”

I shook my head immediately. "I’m not using the baby as an excuse. I don’t want us to divorce. I’m your wife, and I always will be, so please don’t ruin everything.”

“Ruin what? There was never anything meaningful between us, so what’s there to ruin? You’re just complicating things with your stubbornness.”

I sighed, realizing he wouldn’t listen no matter what I said. We’ve been together for two years, and now he wants to end it just because his ex is back.

I didn’t know how to process it—I loved him. Even though our marriage hasn’t been perfect, I always prayed we’d last forever. But now it seems my prayers won’t be answered.

He just wants his ex-girlfriend, and my time with him means nothing compared to her.

“Freddie, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now. Maybe we can go home and talk about it. Just tell me if I’ve done something wrong, and I’ll apologize,” I pleaded, desperate for anything that might work.

Freddie started to respond, but the door clicked open. The doctor had entered the room.

“Haha, your husband must have told you the news, right? Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” the doctor said with a smile.

“Thank you,” I replied after a moment, though I noticed the anger on my husband’s face.

With his job done, the doctor was about to leave, but my husband stopped him.

“My wife and I have decided to abort the pregnancy. Please schedule a date for the abortion,” he said casually.

The doctor looked at us in surprise but maintained his professionalism and smiled. “Of course, but that can only proceed with your wife’s consent.”

The doctor didn’t stay any longer before leaving. I glanced at my husband, my teeth clenched in frustration. This is my child we’re talking about, not some lifeless object that can just be discarded.

“Freddie, I’m not having an abortion.”

“I don’t need your opinion on this.”

“I’m going home,” he said, storming off in anger.

I was left completely alone. I didn’t even know whether to cry or what. Fine, I know he doesn’t want me anymore, but couldn’t he have just stayed with me?

I was about to settle back into the hospital bed when I heard a knock.

“Come in,” I called out, knowing it wasn’t my husband. He wouldn’t have bothered to knock if it were him.

Just as I suspected, it wasn’t him—it was his friend.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised. I thought he had left at the restaurant… oh, wait, he’s the one who brought me here!

I suddenly remembered who I saw before I lost consciousness. I stuck out my tongue, pressing my hand to my forehead.

"Thank you, Collin."

"It's nothing. You're my friend's wife, so there's no need to thank me," Collin replied calmly.

I forced a bitter smile at the word "wife." Wife? I’m not so sure about that. And soon, I might not hold that title at all. My husband might not have even informed Collin about his plans to divorce me.

"Uh, I need to rest now. Maybe we can talk tomorrow," I said, not wanting him to see the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Alright, I'll go," he said, pausing at the door. "And congratulations."

"Mm." I nodded, knowing exactly why he was congratulating me.

As I lay on the hospital bed, I turned to watch Collin leave.

I didn’t even realize when the tears began to fall. I knew it would be a long time before I could finally close my eyes.