But he was the one who stopped me.
That day, leaving the hospital, he told me tenderly,
“As long as we try, God won’t abandon us.”
I asked, “And if I really can’t have children?”
He answered, “As long as we’re together, that’s enough. Children can’t be forced. You’re more important than anything.”
I believed him. I truly did.
And because I believed him, all this disaster followed.
Cheating. A mistress. A plan to let her give birth for him.
And now, he wanted me to coexist with her—
to raise her child as my own?
Every word he said suffocated me.
I refused firmly. “Forget it. I will never agree to this.”
“Why not? Anna already agreed. Why can’t you?”
“Because I can say no. That’s my right.”
“Then what would make you agree?” David’s voice grew louder, anxious.
To him, this was the perfect solution.
But to me, it was revolting.
“Don’t worry. I’ll never agree.”
“Claire!!”
David was about to explode when Anna knocked on the door.
Smiling sweetly, she said, “David, let me handle this. After all, we’re both women—we’ll talk better.”
“Fine. I’ll wait outside.”
As David left, he closed the door.
Anna locked it behind him and turned to me with a smirk.
“Claire, why don’t you tell me what you really think?”