For five years, I had almost never thought about him.
If Cindy hadn’t pushed me to attend the reunion, I wouldn’t have crossed paths with him again.
As something landed on my shoulder, I saw a black suit jacket placed over it.
A well-known cool scent reached my nose.
It was Freddie.
“Bella, five years. I never thought you would really refuse to come back.”
Without thinking, I lifted the coat off and passed it to him.
“Come back to be your mistress?"
Freddie, his face blank, caught my wrist and pulled open my inner shirt.
Across my pale stomach were tight marks.
“Bella, did you give birth to my child five years ago?”
Since the wind was strong, I couldn’t hear Freddie’s voice.
My sight went blurry and I felt like I was back in those days of having nowhere to go five years ago.
During that time, Freddie and I ended our divorce and I walked empty-handed.
With the divorce and being pregnant, I didn’t even dare step near my own family home.
Three years of being a full-time wife had left me with no useful job skills.
I had no money for another abortion, so I tried home tricks to make the baby leave on its own.