After the doctor gave me a clean bill of health, Maximus safely escorted me back home, with my loyal house staff closely trailing after us.
Still believing that he cared, I called Cain to let him know what happened. Unexpectedly, it was father that answered. Cain can’t take calls because he’s gravely injured and was rushed to the hospital.
“Where is he now???” I frantically asked.
“No need to fuss. Your husband is in good hands.” My father said.
“I am his wife. In dire situations, it is only expected that I am by his side.” I told him.
“But your husband isn’t expecting you to.” He bluntly said.
“What do you mean isn’t expecting me to?” I asked him.
“Shelly is personally taking care of him. You’ll be an unnecessary excess.” My father said, ignoring the fact that I am Cain’s wife.
I ended the call and felt tears welling from my eyes again.
My heart sank, even the right to take care of my husband was taken over by my sister. Divorce is imminent between Cain and me.
I remembered Maximus’ words, if I’m sad I’m making my baby feel sad, too.
Wiping my tears, I lovingly held my womb; all is not lost. With the birth of our son, Cain will realize that our marriage is worth keeping.