- 2.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Mark’s eyes
showed concern as he wiped my tears,
kissing my eyes.
“Sarah, I’m so sorry, I made you suffer.”
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“If it hurts too much, let’s not try anymore.
We can adopt. Even without blood ties, they’ll
call us Mom and Dad…‘
“”
His words would have moved me once. Now,
only scorn remained. Was he already paving
the way for Sarah and her child?
Seeing his reddened eyes, I sighed. What an
Oscar–worthy performance!
Silently, I contacted my mentor.
“Professor Miller, are you still taking
students?”
Guilt gnawed at Mark, so he dutifully fulfilled
his husbandly responsibilities. He even
volunteered for a semen analysis.
He almost choked from the pain, ten times.
worse than the egg retrieval needle! I almost
believed his charade.
Until the afternoon tea with the society wives.
Passing by the office, Sarah’s desk had a
maternity radiation shield; a baby photo was
her screensaver.
My heart ached. Rage and helplessness
warred within.
“Where’s Mr. Miller?” I asked the secretary.
“On the garden terrace,” she replied.
Mark and Sarah were embracing.
“The doctor said my pregnancy’s perfect, I
could have more,” Sarah purred. “Unlike
some people, who can’t even hatch an egg
after all those needles!”
My legs turned to lead.
Mark didn’t contradict her, but his voice was
low. “Sarah, Sarah is still my wife.”
“And it’s my fault she can’t have children.”
Yes, if his father hadn’t forced me to abort
our baby three years ago, my body wouldn’t
be damaged!
“Madam, did you need something?” A
waiter’s greeting startled them.
I stood nearby. “Anything you want to
explain?”
“Mark, this is your anniversary gift?”
Confusion flickered in Mark’s eyes. He’d
forgotten our anniversary.
“Sarah, let me explain…”
“Remember what you said? You swore you’d
love me forever. You said cheaters get
divorced, and die alone.”
Seeing my pale face and gaunt figure,
remorse flickered in his eyes.
Sarah groaned, clutching the table. Mark
knelt, supporting her.
His movements were practiced, sickeningly
familiar. These were the arms that had been
my pillow through sleepless nights.
“The baby’s kicking so hard, I’m scared.”
Sarah played the damsel in distress, touching
his hand to her belly.
Then, she looked at me, pitifully.
“Madam, you haven’t experienced
motherhood, but you know the hardships of
pregnancy. Mr. Miller said your uterus was
damaged three years ago. I’m young, and I
got pregnant for you and Mr. Miller! I swear, I
never meant to break up your family. Once I
bear your child, I’ll leave. I love Mr. Miller so
much…”
Rage erupted. I threw the nearby water
pitcher at her.
“I need you to have a baby for me? Spare me
the sanctimonious words! It’s disgusting!”
Mark grabbed my wrist, throwing me against
the wall.
“Sarah Miller! Stop this madness!”
