Now, I could finally be myself again.
As I finished my third glass, Mark’s face
darkened. He marched over, snatched the
glass from my hand, and smashed it on the
floor. “Wendy! Are you insane? You’re
pregnant! You shouldn’t be drinking! You
don’t deserve to be a mother!”
Silence descended on the room. Everyone
stared at Mark. Something shifted in their
gazes.
I froze for a second, a laugh catching in my throat. It was almost expected. So many
people had seen Sarah knock me down,
causing the miscarriage. If Mark cared even a
little, he’d have known by now.
<
The glass shattered, echoing the shattering of
our relationship. I scoffed. “Mark, the baby’s
gone.”
His face darkened. “Don’t joke about that. If
you’re mad at me, fine, but don’t bring the
baby into it.”
We faced off, the room silent. Then, a young
woman spoke hesitantly. “Mr. Davis, it’s true.
We took Wendy to the hospital. I called you,
but you didn’t answer.”
“Yeah, Mark. Wendy… she had to sign the
surgery consent forms herself.”
The silence deepened. No one was stupid
enough to contradict the CEO and risk their
job. But Mark’s behavior was so outrageous,
even they couldn’t ignore it.
<
People started making excuses to leave, until
it was just Mark and me. His face went white,
then red. He struggled to speak. “When? Was
it… was it really at the wedding?”
I looked at him, a mix of disappointment and
rage. I still remembered the day I told him he
was going to be a father. He’d spun me
around, laughing like a kid. He said it was the
happiest moment of his life. We’d planned
names, dreamt of the future. Then Sarah
appeared, and it all came crashing down.
I never imagined she’d be the death of our
marriage, and of our child.
“You think I didn’t try to reach you?” I wiped
away tears, backing him against the wall. He
couldn’t meet my gaze. The hundreds of
unanswered calls on my phone were a glaring
L
He paled. “Wendy, let me explain. It’s not
what you think…”
“Come home with me. Please. I promise I’ll
make it up to you. We’ll try for another baby.”
I touched my empty stomach. “No. We’ll never
have another baby. Never.”
I turned to leave. He grabbed my arm.
“Wendy, give me a chance. I’ll prove it to
you.”
I laughed. “Prove what? By having your
precious Sarah arrested? Or committed?”
He flinched. “Wendy, don’t say things like
that. Don’t be so angry with a sick person.”
He looked so pained. It was laughable. “See?
