I stayed by Lester’s side through the night until all the formalities were finished, watching the funeral home take him away. When I returned to Glover's house to pack up his belongings, I was met with an unexpected sight. Clothes were scattered across the living room. I followed the sounds to the pool and saw Kendra in a revealing swimsuit, lying in Russell’s arms, tenderly stroking her stomach.
"You’re my only baby. Wait a little longer, and I’ll be able to bring you home openly," she whispered, her voice soft.
"Weiwei, he’s the only one. What about Lester? He kicked me on purpose today. If he knew you were pregnant, who knows what might have happened? Maybe we should just get rid of the child," Russell suggested, his voice cold.
Kendra gently placed her hand over his mouth but spoke words that cut deep.
"No, Lester’s been spoiled by his father. I don’t like him at all. If I could, I’d rather not have Lester as a son."
Her words felt like a knife in my chest. I clenched my fist so tightly that blood began to trickle from my palm.
After a while, they finally noticed me, but Kendra wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. She casually took Russell’s hand and walked toward me.