Besides myself, I also have to think about my baby.
Therefore, I accepted his proposal.
With his company, I gradually healed my wounds.
It was our wedding day.
Sara, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, came uninvited.
The first thing she did was to make me escape from the marriage.
She was so shameless.
"You have to get married today, right?"
When I came to my senses, all I could hear was her voice.
"You said you love my son. You said I slandered you. But you want to marry someone else."
She raised her eyes and asked with contempt.
"Is this how you prove that you are pregnant with Bob's child?"
My heart ached.
The child was slandered as having unknown origins before he was even born.
I spent many a midnight dream wondering if I was too useless as a mother.
My child was bullied just when it was still in my belly.
"How do you want me to prove it?" I heard myself ask softly.
Sara thought I had given in and looked at me smugly.
"You should be a widow for my son all your life."
...
I was amused by her words.
I reminded her, "In the beginning, you were the one who asked me to leave in front of everyone."
"I was testing you. But you couldn't stand it."
Sara replied confidently, even threatening me.