I looked at him with a half-smile as I questioned, “Don't you know who is not a good doctor and who is confusing right and wrong?”
Pierre looked at me, his face full of dissatisfaction with me.
“Estella, you know we are both medical workers!”
“I am now in the rising stage of my career. You women will have children in the future, so you don't have to work so hard,” he continued his insult, then adding some beautiful words as always, “Intracranial Neurology Departments often perform high-intensity surgeries, so I feel sorry for you.
“Have you ever thought that you will be a wife and a mother in the future?”
Before I answered, he added, “Don't you like flowers? Please be obedient. I don't want you to work so hard. Just open a flower shop, I will support it.”
“We’ll get the marriage certificate in a few days. Don't you want a child? Why don't we have one tonight?”
As he said everything he had in his mind, I looked at him with a hint of coldness in my eyes.
He actually planned to use the child as leverage, to force me into giving up my career. That child was not the fruit of our love, but a chain he forged to bind me in place, for the sake of another woman.
What a touching love story.