My background had always been hidden. Now that we were getting a divorce, there was no point explaining anything. Regina picked up a small bowl of hot soup and brought it to me.
"Mrs. Coldsworth, you’ve worked hard. You should drink some soup before you leave."
I raised my hand to stop Regina.
"No need-"
Before I could finish, she suddenly let go. The hot soup spilled all over me and some of it splashed on the back of her hand. She quickly covered her hand and started crying.
"Mrs. Coldsworth, I was just trying to be nice and offer you soup. But you wanted to burn me? Fine. But what if you hurt the baby in my belly?"
Regina grabbed onto Michael’s sleeve.
"I will leave after I give birth, but now I’ll have a scar. What if I can’t get married in the future?"
Michael’s eyes were full of pain.
"You will still be able to marry. I will marry you!"
Michael looked at me without noticing that my arm had been burned by the hot soup and was now blistered.
"Elizabeth, don’t go too far!"