When I messaged him that I was in the hospital, he at last called me irritably and said that I should stop playing tricks to attract his attention and hung up.
I remember watching the lifeless corpse of my child being taken away and was in such deep shock that I could not get out of bed for more than two months.
When I received another message from Delaney, my heart was crushed beyond comprehension.
A picture of an ultrasound along with a doctor's prescription from the hospital was attached, along with a single line of text:
[I am pregnant with Beckett’s child.]
Clutching my heart that was so trampled upon by my childhood sweetheart and husband, I gasped for air as I could hardly breathe.
Like a maniac, I rushed to Beckett’s wardrobe and searched frantically for his wallet, where he had always kept our couple photo—surprisingly it wasn’t there anymore, replaced by the photo of another woman.
It could not be denied anymore. Beckett openly cheated on me when I already had so much evidence.
I opened one of the attached videos, and Beckett’s loving voice for his mistress was the first thing I heard.
"Are you... are you pregnant?"