After five years of marriage, I finally got pregnant with our child. Excited, I rushed to share the joyful news with my husband. But his cold response shattered my heart: “I already have Ethan. One child is enough for me.” It wasn’t until I discovered that my husband had been sending flowers to his ex-wife every Valentine’s Day that I realized the truth – he had never forgotten her. He only wanted to have a child with the woman he truly loved. Without hesitation, I made an appointment at the hospital to terminate the pregnancy and handed him the printed divorce papers. “I’m bowing out of this relationship,” I said firmly. When I brought home the pregnancy test results, my husband Jack was helping his son Ethan bake a cake. “Amelia, come look at the fruit Ethan cut himself. Isn’t it great?” Jack said, his eyes full of tenderness as he looked at his son. He really was a good father. For five years, I had countless fantasies about whether Jack would treat our child the same way he treated Ethan if I got pregnant. “Honey, I have great news to tell you!” I exclaimed. Jack smiled and asked, “You look so happy. What is it?” I strode over to Jack’s side and held up the pregnancy test results in front of him. “Jack, I’m pregnant! When the baby is born, Ethan won’t have to play with his toys alone anymore.” Jack’s face suddenly darkened. He coldly replied, “I already have Ethan. One child is enough for me.” Ethan threw a tantrum, smashing the finished cake onto the floor. Cream splattered everywhere in an instant. “Dad! If Amelia gets pregnant, I’ll leave! I’ll go live with Mom! Mom said that if Amelia gets pregnant, you won’t love me anymore!” Ethan cried loudly. Jack quickly hugged Ethan to comfort him. “Dad promised Mom that he only needs you as his child, okay?” Only then did Ethan stop crying. He turned and glared at me hatefully several times. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. After five years of marriage, hadn’t Jack ever thought about having a child that belonged to us? Perhaps noticing my disappointment, Jack sighed, “Amelia, I’m not ready for another child yet. Can you give me some time?” I silently returned to our bedroom to adjust my emotions. On the nightstand was the model airplane Jack had made for Ethan, along with the scarf he had knitted for him by hand. I didn’t know how to describe the feeling in my heart. I collapsed onto the bed, gently rubbing my belly. He only wanted Ethan. What about our child? Feeling upset and restless, I fell asleep for the entire afternoon for the first time. When I woke up, Jack was sitting by the bed holding a jewelry box. “Amelia, I’m very sorry about what happened today. I bought a necklace while you were sleeping. Let me put it on you,” Jack said as he opened the jewelry box. Inside was a shiny gold necklace. He brushed my hair to the side and fastened the necklace around my neck. “Amelia, your health has always been delicate. Childbirth carries higher risks for you, so I’m more worried about you. I don’t take what my ex-wife says seriously. That’s just Ethan, right? I’m afraid he’ll overthink things,” Jack explained. Seeing that I was still upset, he continued, “My ex-wife left me when I was at my lowest point. You’ve been by my side this whole time. You’re the one I love most. Don’t think too much about it.” I remembered the year I met Jack. He couldn’t even afford $300 and was struggling to make ends meet while raising Ethan. After marrying him, I sold my dowry to raise funds for his business startup. As he earned more and more money, he treated me impeccably well. Afraid that Ethan would reject me, Jack would actively try to improve the relationship between Ethan and me.
I softened my heart once again. Since Jack took the initiative to explain things to me, I had no reason to dwell on it further. Just as I was about to say something, Jack’s phone rang. He glanced at it and walked to the balcony to answer the call. I don’t know why, but I could clearly sense that Jack’s mood had changed. After hanging up, Jack suddenly changed his tune: “Amelia, let’s have the baby. After all, it’s our flesh and blood. I’ll take care of you and make sure you deliver this child safely.” I nodded slightly, but something still felt off. That night, Jack cooked dinner himself. He even took a photo of the pregnancy test results and posted it on social media. But it was because of this pregnancy announcement that my mother-in-law showed up at our door. “I was wondering why Ethan has been so unhappy lately. So it’s because you vixen got pregnant with Jack’s child! You have such evil intentions! Are you trying to use the baby to trap Jack?” my mother-in-law accused me as soon as she arrived. She didn’t like me because when Jack married me, he was broke. My parents asked Jack to at least contribute something financially for the wedding. My mother-in-law had been holding this small issue against me for a long time. She was convinced that I had deliberately made things difficult for Jack. Now she was using this as an excuse to berate me again. “I only recognize Ethan as my grandson! When my son married Olivia, he didn’t have to spend a penny!” my mother-in-law exclaimed, bringing up Jack’s ex-wife just to upset me. I looked to Jack for help. He sighed, “Mom, Olivia and I broke up ages ago. Let it go.” My mother-in-law’s eyes widened. “But don’t you still like her?” Her words threw my mind into chaos. Part of me wondered if Jack still had feelings for his ex-wife, while another part tried to reassure myself to trust my partner. With a loud bang, Jack kicked over a chair. My mother-in-law was too frightened to make a sound. “Mom! I said, drop it! And don’t bring it up in front of Amelia anymore. It’ll make her overthink things,” Jack said, pinching the bridge of his nose before helping me back to our room to rest. I silently scolded myself. Jack had been so good to me and even stood up for me. How could I doubt him? When I woke up, it was already 11 AM. Jack had just finished bringing out the last dish. “Huh? Don’t you dislike bell peppers? Why did you cook them today?” I asked, confused. After all, Jack had mentioned before that he didn’t like the taste of bell peppers. Before Jack could answer me, the doorbell rang. My mother-in-law immediately went to open the door. It was Ethan and Jack’s ex-wife, Olivia. My mother-in-law said smugly, “Olivia, come in quickly. If you ask me, Jack still cares about you. He specially cooked bell peppers for you. Hurry and try them – see if they taste the same as before!” Jack hurriedly whispered in my ear, “Amelia, I made it for Ethan to see.” Jack reached out to hug me but pulled his hand back, looking apologetic. “Ethan’s here. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.” The three of them looked like a real family, while I felt like an outsider. But I was Jack’s wife in name. Olivia suddenly looked up at my belly. After a moment, she said, “Once your wife gives birth, I’ll take Ethan away. After all, you’ll have your own child then, so you won’t need to think about my son anymore.” Her words seemed to draw a clear line between her and Jack, but she was actually trying to see how Jack would react. Jack didn’t answer. He just silently put a piece of beef on my plate. But I’m allergic to beef. Olivia gave Jack a long, meaningful look. “Jack Anderson, can you figure out what you really want in your heart?”
Jack’s eyes swept over Olivia like daggers. Olivia laughed recklessly, “Figure it out soon. I have to go now. I’ll leave Ethan with you to take care of for a few days.” Olivia picked up her bag and walked towards the door. Jack glanced at her retreating figure before quickly lowering his head. Ethan stared blankly at Jack and asked, “Dad, Mom said you love her the most. So why are you still with Amelia?” Jack frowned, “What do kids know?” Under the table, Jack gripped my hand tightly to reassure me. My mother-in-law snorted coldly, “Your dad is just trying to make your mom jealous!” I knew my mother-in-law was trying to upset me, but my heart wavered. “I still have some work to finish,” Jack said, putting down his chopsticks and standing up to leave. Ethan tightly grabbed Jack’s sleeve. “Dad, I hate you! Mom is always crying because of you!” The usually gentle Jack suddenly shouted at Ethan, “Go study! If you don’t study until 11 PM, don’t even think about sleeping!” Ethan burst into tears, but Jack remained unmoved. After that day, Jack treated me better and better. To put it dramatically, even if I asked for the stars in the sky, he would be willing to pluck them down for me. When I was one and a half months pregnant, Jack hurriedly threw on a coat late one night to go out. I handed him a thicker jacket. “It’s cold outside. Wear more. Are you going back to the office to deal with work so late?” He suddenly gripped my shoulders seriously and said, “Olivia has a high fever. You know her family isn’t around, so I…” “Go then,” I said. Perhaps because I spoke with no expression, Jack anxiously tried to explain, fearing I would be angry: “I’ll be back soon. I don’t have feelings for her anymore. I’m just taking her to the hospital because she’s Ethan’s mother.” I pushed him out the door, carefully placing the car keys in his hand. The next morning, Jack called me and asked me to bring Ethan to the hospital. Without hesitation, I coaxed Ethan awake and took him to the hospital. “Amelia, you haven’t eaten yet either, right? I’ll go get breakfast for you guys. Wait here for a bit,” Jack said. As soon as Jack left, Olivia pointed to the phone he had left behind on the bedside table. “Jack and I have always been deeply in love. Open our chat history. You’ll see what you want to see,” Olivia said, her words enticing. I couldn’t help but pick up Jack’s phone and unlock it. When I discovered that Jack had sent Olivia flowers every Valentine’s Day since we’d been together, I felt strangely relieved. Ethan pointed at me and laughed, “Mom, look! Amelia’s eyes are red, haha!” The hospital was 20 kilometers from home. I didn’t take a taxi or bus – I walked back on my own two feet. The wind cleared my head as I walked. I calmly drafted a divorce agreement, printed it out, and made an appointment for an abortion. When Jack returned home, he was carrying hot food. “Amelia, why did you leave? You haven’t eaten yet, right? Sit down quickly.” My mother-in-law walked over to me and deliberately glared at me. “Does my son need to feed you with his own hands?” Jack’s face hardened. “Mom, can’t you be nicer to Amelia?” I had no desire to watch Jack act anymore. I handed him the divorce papers. “I’m bowing out of this relationship. The house and car can be mine. After all, you don’t love me, so just compensate me with money. I’ll get rid of the baby. There’s no point in having it.”
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