I finished the last of my milk and said, "Karen, I know you don’t like me. Getting divorced sooner is better for both of us."
She slammed the folder onto the table. "Who said I don’t..."
A sudden phone ring interrupted her. I glanced at it; it was Leon, who had just left.
Karen hesitated for a second before answering. I didn’t know what was said on the other end, but she quickly stood up.
She glanced at me hesitantly. "Something happened with Leon. I have to go check on him."
I shrugged indifferently. She quietly picked up the divorce agreement and said, "I know you care about this baby. I was wrong before and I promise I’ll behave and listen to you from now on. Let’s not joke about divorce."
She then leaned in, intending to kiss me, but I quickly dodged.
Karen froze in place. I said coldly, "This Saturday, meet me at the maternity ward of the city hospital. Nine in the morning—don’t be late."
Karen had the right to be there for the child and I had the obligation to be with her when we terminated the pregnancy.
I watched indifferently as her expression went from gloomy to cheerful and she playfully said, "No problem! I’ll be there on time!"