He gently touched Stephanie’s belly. “Baby, don’t blame Daddy for not being staying with you. It’s all my fault. Daddy did something wrong. Maybe this will be the last time you and your mom ever see me.”
He spoke with such pity, sobbing so hard that he could hardly breathe. Anyone who didn’t know the truth might think he was about to die.
Meanwhile, Stephanie completely fell for it.
With deep sadness in her eyes, she wiped away Timothy’s tears, then turned to me.
“John, what happened back then was my fault. Don’t worry. Since I promised to give you a wedding, I’ll never break my word,” she said softly.
“But Tim is still the father of my baby. No matter what, the child is innocent. Why not let him stay here until the baby is born? Then Timothy can meet his child once before he leave,” she concluded.
I looked into Stephanie’s eyes. It was the same serious look she had before sending me to prison for Timothy’s sake.
“That’s fine,” I said. “I have no objection.”
“John, it seems these three years in prison really made you gentler and more understanding." Stephanie smiled with relief, then carefully helped Timothy into the passenger seat—the one that used to belong only to me.
I also smiled.