دو
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made qipaos; meeting tomorrow.”
Mark texted, “Sarah, don’t reject me.‘
وو
I slammed my laptop shut. I was touched, but
also uneasy. Why was he bothering me?
I called him immediately. “Mark, I said it
clearly last night, it’s over, right?”
I grabbed my keys. At the door, Mark stood,
staring at me. His suit was creased, his tie
loose, his eyes bloodshot, stubble shadowing
his jaw. He looked haggard.
“Sarah, I don’t want it to end. I never wanted
it to end.” His voice was hoarse. “We can still
fix this, can’t we?”
He pulled out a crumpled medical report.
“You can still have children. Why didn’t you
tell me?”
I clenched my keys, furious. “What good
would that do? Force me into another IVF
cycle? Fail again until I die? Then you could
happily marry Sarah, right? You’re
20
く
calculating!”
He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight. “I never
wanted anyone else!”
“What do you mean? Do you think I wanted
those IVF cycles to fail?”
I stared into his eyes, searching for clues.
Jessica said two attempts had been
successful, the embryos healthy; they
shouldn’t have failed. What happened?
“Sarah, if you can have children… I won’t
look elsewhere.”
I scoffed, yanking my hand away.
“Mark, you’ve got it backward! You cheated
because she could have children, not the
other way around! Stop acting like à saint! It’s disgusting!”
I left.
