Between Love and Hate

I watched his back as he left, smiled gently at the other end of the phone and my heart was broken.

The happiness I thought was just a scam he carefully designed.

After Wilmot left, I went to the hospital alone.

“You just found out that you are pregnant and you want to abort this child? What about your husband, does he know?”

Meeting the doctor’s concerned eyes, I pursed my lips.

“My husband and I don’t want this child.”

The doctor looked at me in confusion. “But you were very happy when you saw the pregnancy test report just now…”

She muttered a few times, but didn’t ask any more questions. She sighed and asked people to prepare for the operation.

I lay on the cold stretcher, my hands unconsciously touched my lower abdomen, felt the faint movement inside and tears couldn’t stop pouring out.

Even if this child came to the world, he would not be loved and expected.

Just as I was worrying, the stretcher passed through the corridor and the envious voices of the nurses reached my ears.

“This man really loves his wife. He accompanies his wife to the hospital every day to use the most expensive equipment for a full body check. It’s only been a month and he’s so nervous.”

I turned sideways and followed the nurses’ line of sight, but I saw a familiar back.

This custom suit was designed by me personally for Wilmot and there was no way I could make a mistake. And the person he was carefully supporting was Vania!

There was a naughty child running on the side and before he touched the corner of Vania’s clothes, he was blocked by him with a frown.

Just as Wilmot was about to turn around, I was pushed into the operating room and my palms were rubbed with blood by my nails on my clenched fists.

When I felt the warm life being stripped from my body and turned into a cold blood clot beside me, I couldn’t help crying out loud.

After calming down, I dragged my uncomfortable body out like a zombie, but was stopped by a pair of hands at the corner of the stairs.

“Hey, Rachel, what are you doing here alone?”

I raised my head and met Vania’s condescending eyes.

I turned around and wanted to leave, but she came forward and blocked me, sneering, “Are you here for another check-up and medicine? You haven’t gotten pregnant in three years. You are really useless. Wilmot made me pregnant in three months.”

She said, while shyly stroking her belly, with a sweet face.

“You, you will never get pregnant, Wilmot swore to me long ago that only I can get pregnant with his child. I casually said that I had no appetite during pregnancy and he went to the doctor to learn about special nutritional meals. You have been married for three years, has he ever cooked a meal for you personally?”

Seeing my pale face, Vania got interested and leaned close to my ear to continue to whisper provocatively.

“I just lied a little and said I was weak and Wilmot agreed to let you give birth to my child without hesitation. But I can’t bear to let my child come out of the belly of a rubbish like you. Rachel, you are just a pitiful thing. Your ex-fiancé left you to marry me and your current husband also begged me to give birth to his child. You’re really a complete failure.”

She raised her eyebrows more and more proudly. I wanted to walk away unbearably, but just as I moved, she suddenly screamed and fell to the side.

“Vania!” A panicked cry came from the other end of the corridor. Wilmot rushed over like a gust of wind, pushed me to the ground and hugged Vania in his arms. I had just had a miscarriage and my body was weak. There was a dense pain in my lower abdomen. I bit my lips tightly and couldn’t get up in pain. But Wilmot’s eyes were full of Vania and he didn’t even spare a glance for me.