"I had a miscarriage during the trip."
I had to make it clear to him, lest he put the blame on me after we broke up.
"Miscarriage? You... You were pregnant?"
He was surprised and then breathed a sigh of relief. "It doesn't matter. It's not a good time for us to have a kid. We will have our baby in the future."
No.
No.
We were done.
However, it was not the best time to mention it.
"Okay." I replied perfunctorily.
I didn't bother talking to him.
I was so focused on my writing that I didn't even feel hungry when I forgot to eat my lunch, and I was surprised to find that it was now nine o'clock at night.
I suddenly felt a little dizzy when I got up from the computer chair.
Jacob was probably very surprised by my coldness and alienation.
In the past, as long as he coaxed me, I would immediately forgive him.
Sensing that something was wrong, he rushed over to support me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
I pulled my hand out of his and sat on the sofa to order takeout with my phone.
He realized that I was really angry this time, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.