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When the baby was five months along, Lily started testing me: “Honey, Ryan found out I’m pregnant. He wants to treat us to a meal to congratulate us. Do you want to go?”
I rubbed her belly: “No need.”
She wanted to say more, but stopped when she saw my expression.
I pretended nothing had happened and continued talking to the baby through her belly.
But she wouldn’t give up. Not long after, she brought it up again: “Next week is Ryan’s birthday. He invited us. Let’s go together?”
“A birthday party? Not interested. Besides, it’ll be crowded. You’re heavily pregnant now, it’s not good for you to go out.”
“I haven’t been out in so long since getting pregnant. It’s boring at home.”
She swung my hand, acting cute.
“If you want to go out, I can take you. But there’s no need to celebrate his birthday. Ryan and I will never be friends.”
As Ryan’s birthday got closer, she became more and more anxious. But I never agreed.
This was also
a
test for her – to see if she would make the same mistake again.
Soon, I got my answer.
Once again, I was made a fool.
