Forced Donation on Wedding Day

Samuel slammed the door and left.

Jocelyn became blind all of a sudden. She looked neat and even wore light makeup. I always felt something was wrong.

But no matter what, I wouldn't donate my corneas.

I looked down, and my gaze fell on the crumpled B-ultrasound report in my hand.

From the day of our engagement, he had been demanding sex every day. Even if I had pain in my back pain and waist, he wouldn't let me go.

Finally, we had a child.

I was going to tell him today, but it seemed unnecessary now.

I made a phone call and scheduled an abortion surgery for tonight.

Coming to the guest room, I stared blankly at the room filled with baby products.

When Samuel's love for me was at its strongest, he spared no expense to build a baby room with a starry sky ceiling and a high-end wooden bed. He also bought me a range of baby care products.

He embraced me, and my nostrils were filled with the faint scent of his cologne.

"Clare, I will love our child with all my heart when it is born."

The past sweet words were gone just like fleeting clouds.

I drove to the hospital and signed the consent form myself.

The nurse asked if I had any family members present.

"After the operation, it is best for you to be accompanied by family members." She looked at me with reluctance in her eyes.

I kept deleting words on the screen, but I still told Samuel about the abortion.

I asked him to come and see the baby for the last time.

But until the end of my operation, I didn't see him.

The nurse said that I was weak and suggested that I be hospitalized for observation.

I lay on the hospital bed, browsing on my phone, and I accidentally saw Jocelyn's Instagram.

"Samuel loves me the most. Knowing that I am injured, he stays by my side all the time."

The photo was blurry, and I could vaguely see a bruised wrist with two bright red bloodstains.

I silently liked it.

She added me on purpose just to show off, right?

I looked at my phone, and without surprise, Samuel's call would come soon.

It was always like this.

As long as Jocelyn and I contacted each other, he would accuse me and protect Jocelyn without hesitation.

"Clare, you're starting to act up again, aren't you? Jocelyn can't see. I'm just taking care of her. What are you up to?"

She couldn't see but could still put on blush and foundation. She was really exquisite and beautiful.

I looked at the empty ward and laughed at myself.

"The child is gone as you wished."

There was a short silence on the other end of the phone, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's impossible. How long has it been since I slept with you? How could you be pregnant?"

It was up to him to believe it or not.

I hung up the phone and ignored him.

The effect of the anesthetic hadn't completely worn off, and I closed my eyes in a daze. I didn't know how long I slept, but I heard two voices in my ears.

It seemed to be Samuel and Jocelyn.

"What should we do? Clare has aborted the child, and our plan is ruined. I may never get my sight back."

Samuel snorted coldly, turned his head, and comforted Jocelyn.

"I thought that we could use the child to control her, and then, we'd remove her corneas after she gave birth. It's all her fault. She actually caused trouble and aborted the child!"

I felt a pain in my heart and slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Samuel's angry face.

"Clare! How dare you! This is our child. How can you abort it without my consent?"

His eyes were bloodshot. He tightly held the B-ultrasound report. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I am the father of the child."

I looked at the man in front of me and suddenly couldn't recognize him.

The person who wanted to have a child with me was just using the child to control me.

"Why should I do that? Do you think I'll let you remove my corneas and use the baby to restrain me?"

Samuel's face turned pale, and his clenched hands loosened.

"You heard everything?"

I forced myself to sit up and looked into his eyes, full of alienation and indifference.

"You don't deserve to be a father."

"Take your childhood sweetheart and get out of my sight."

He wanted to say something, but Jocelyn grabbed his sleeve and said that her wrist hurt.

Samuel snorted coldly, picked her up in front of me, and walked out of the door without looking back.