I stared at the messages and couldn't help thinking, if he had listened to me last night and came to save me, would my child not have died like this?
But he didn't come. He was accompanying Emma Green.
I typed slowly: [Cody Walker, let’s get a divorce.]
After sending the message, I deleted him and prepared to bring my child back.
The nurses looked at me with pity along the way. I heard them whispering behind my back, discussing my aborted baby. This hospital was where I often went for prenatal checkups. Except for the time when I was diagnosed with pregnancy, Cody never accompanied me to the hospital again.
I was alone at every prenatal checkup.
He always said that he was very busy at work and the company had just gotten on track so he couldn't spare the time.
So I tried to be a sensible wife and always told him, "Okay, I can do it myself. You go ahead and do your work."
"Cody, you have always been a great help." A sweet female voice sounded, and I looked up and met the person's eyes.
Cody was holding a four-year-old child in his arms, and standing next to him was Emma Green.
They stood together, like a real family of three.