2
After a quick touch–up, I appeared at the hospital next door, with a pregnancy test stick in my pocket.
For the sake of the child, I put aside my damn pride.
James’s office was right in front of me, but I just couldn’t take a step forward. How could I just go up and tell him that two months ago, we slept together, and now I’m pregnant!
No, I couldn’t say it!
“Excuse me!”
A cleaning lady pushing a cart came by.
I hurriedly stepped back, accidentally bumping open the door behind me, stumbling a few steps before steadying myself.
Plop.
The pregnancy test stick fell out of my pocket.
was about to bend down when a doctor in a white coat picked it up for me. He looked at it and asked, “Is this yours?”
This office was James’s!
I averted my gaze, putting down my appointment slip.
To talk things through with James, I had specifically made an appointment with him as a specialist.
10:31 PM
<
0
“Um, I’m pregnant.”
James was stunned for a full five seconds, then he chuckled sarcastically, “Lily Anderson, we’ve been broken up for a year and three months.”
I forced a slight smile, wanting to laugh, but the smile quickly faded.
“I never said the child was yours.”
James raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with a cold light, “So why did you make an appointment with me? Do you want me to congratulate you?”
“We parted on good terms, won’t you congratulate me?”
My face was expressionless.
But inside, I was cursing myself a thousand times. I came here intending to explain everything, but I just couldn’t help being stubborn!
“Con–grat–u–lations!”
James stared at me intently, these two words squeezed out from between his teeth.
I lowered my head, “I’ll let you know about the baby shower later.”
*…Please leave, I have many patients waiting!”
James was so angry he was rubbing his temples, the pen in his hand about to snap.
I didn’t dare to say anything more.
But after just a few steps, my stomach churned. I covered my mouth and ran to the sink in the office, dry heaving, but nothing came up.
!leaned against the wall weakly, sliding down.
Suddenly, a large hand caught me.
James led me behind a curtain where there was a recliner, probably where he took naps. He told me to rest for a while.
Then he went back to the other side of the curtain to see patients.
After the patient left, James suddenly asked, “Lily Anderson, where’s the baby’s father?”
Outside the window, warm sunlight streamed in. I hadn’t slept well last night, and now, resting on a pillow that smelled like James, I felt drowsy.
“He… he’s dead.”
