I was hospitalized for a week because of my miscarriage. Before I was discharged from the hospital, Zach finally showed up. Melanie was beside him, holding his arm intimately, and said shyly, “Winona, Zach is going to hold a celebration party for me tonight to celebrate my pregnancy. You must come! After all, I can get pregnant thanks to Zach’s help.” Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Zach said impatiently, “You lost your baby, and you don’t allow Melanie to get pregnant? “Winona, how can you become so vicious? “No matter what, you must be there tonight!” That night, I attended the banquet in mourning clothes, which surprised everyone. “You continue. My husband successfully donated sperm to Melanie, and I am commemorating my baby. I won’t affect you.” When I walked into the banquet hall holding my baby’s portrait, the whole audience was silent. Everyone consciously made way for me. Melanie’s friend boldly stopped me and asked, “Who are you? Melanie and her husband are celebrating their three-month pregnancy. What do you mean by dressing like this? ” I ignored her, turned around, asked the workers to put the signboards and wreaths in place, and said loudly, “It’s not easy for Melanie to get pregnant, and it is even harder for my husband. “Zach worked hard for three months to make his friend’s widow pregnant and accompanied Melanie every day to have a baby. Even when I had a miscarriage at five months pregnant, he didn’t come to the hospital to see me. What a great love! I’m really moved by them.” The signboards were printed with Zach’s records of donating sperm to Melanie, as well as their intimate photos. The hall was immediately in chaos. “Oh my God. Such explosive news? So they are not a couple?” The commotion in the front hall quickly attracted the two of them. Melanie nestled in Zach’s arms and cried. “Winona, I just want a child. Do you have to slander me and Zach like this? I understand that you are in a bad mood because you lost your baby, but it’s not my fault. You are going too far!” Zach wiped her tears with a look of pity and looked up at me with disapproval in his eyes. “Winona, you’ve been pregnant before, and you know how hard it is to be pregnant. How could you provoke her like this? “Melanie has given so much for this child, and you treat her like this. You’re so vicious! “Melanie’s husband is like a brother to me. Now that he’s gone, it’s only natural for me to take care of Melanie. You should apologize to Melanie!” I sneered, “If her husband knew his wife was pregnant with his friend’s child, he would probably be furious. Zach, did your good friend who died early know that she was your first love?” After I finished speaking, Zach looked guilty. He argued evasively. “Winona, everything is a misunderstanding. It’s good that you vent it out. Stop making trouble. Just go home, and I’ll be with you tonight, okay?” After that, he turned around and asked people to remove the signboards and explained to the guests. “My wife just had a miscarriage. She was in a bad mood and said the wrong thing. Don’t misunderstand her. Sorry to bother you.” He defined my behavior with just a few simple words. I pushed his hand away and said coldly, “Since the gift has been delivered, I will not disturb you three. Remember to tell Melanie to be careful. Don’t be locked in the kitchen and have a miscarriage like me!”
Zach chased after me. Before he could speak, a woman’s delicate voice cried out in pain behind him. “Zach, don’t worry about me. Go comfort Winona.” Zach struggled for a second. “Winona, be good. Melanie is having a hard time because of her pregnancy. Go home.” Then he went back, picked up Melanie, and ran towards the elevator, looking panicked. “Get out of the way!” He pushed me away. The pain in my lower abdomen reminded me that my husband once again chose to hurt me for another woman. The elevator door slowly closed in front of me, but I didn’t miss the flash of pride and malice in Melanie’s eyes. I went home. The dining table was full of pregnancy books, and every page was carefully marked. The notebook next to the book recorded every detail of the precautions for pregnant women at every stage. This love was for me before Melanie asked Zach to donate sperm to her. The latest note was yesterday, which read: [Winona’s miscarriage scared Melanie. I have to pay attention to Melanie’s mood these days.] [Melanie wants to invite Winona to the party. I need to pay special attention to Winona tomorrow and don’t let her make trouble.] [Melanie wants to eat Meatball. Remember to ask Winona to make it for her tomorrow.] I was the protagonist of this note before. Zach recorded the growth of our baby and was looking forward to the baby. But now, he was only looking forward to Melanie’s child. I suddenly thought of the day when I had a miscarriage. Melanie showed off to me excitedly with the prenatal examination report. “Winona, Zach went through a lot to donate sperm for me. You have to take good care of him.” Zach looked at her with a doting face and ordered me to make soup for her. “Make something nutritious for Melanie. She is only three months pregnant. You need to take good care of her.” I couldn’t stop nausea and vomiting because of the smell in the kitchen. But no matter how I begged, Zach ignored me. He locked the kitchen door and said condescendingly, “Be good. You are also a pregnant woman. How can you have no empathy? Don’t come out before you finish.” Halfway through the dish, I felt severe abdominal pain and begged him to let me go to the hospital. But he threw me a bottle of expired anti-inflammatory medicine. “Don’t pretend, Winona. Take medicine if you are sick. Don’t disturb me and Melanie.” Melanie turned up the speakers to the maximum and pestered Zach to dance with her. Thinking of this, I wiped my tears, called the lawyer, and made an appointment for a divorce consultation the next day.
The next morning, Zach came home reeking of perfume. He hugged me from behind and whispered, “Baby, don’t be sad. We will have kids again. The most important thing now is that you recover as soon as possible and then take care of Melanie with me.” He coaxed me with a soft voice. “I bought you your favorite soup. Drink some.” In Zach’s eyes, I was someone who could be coaxed with a bowl of soup. He hurt me and then coaxed me. Zach knew this well over the years. But I was really tired. I pushed him away with nausea. “I just had a miscarriage because of Melanie, but you held a banquet to celebrate her pregnancy and asked me to take care of her. Zach, do you really think you are right?” He was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed. “Winona, this is your attitude? I bought you breakfast early in the morning and came back to coax you, and you talked to me like this?” His cell phone suddenly lit up, and a nursery rhyme sounded. That was the exclusive ringtone he had set for Melanie. “Baby, if you’re not hungry, take some rest.” Zach left in a hurry with his phone. The door closed heavily, and the room fell into silence. The door panel was not soundproof, and the sound of him singing nursery rhymes to Melanie pierced my heart like countless knives. Before I was about to leave, Zach had just hung up the phone. Seeing that I was going out, he asked in confusion, “Where are you going? Melanie wants to eat cake. You can stop by the store in the West District to buy one cake. If you want to eat, buy two cakes.” I pressed the door handle, turned back, and said calmly, “Zach, let’s get a divorce.” He frowned and sighed, rubbing his temples. “Are you done? If you have anything to say, wait until you come back with the cake. Come back quickly. Melanie will be anxious if she waits for a long time.” I raised my voice and repeated it again. “I said I want a divorce.” Zach finally took my words seriously. He looked me up and down for a long time with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. “You are controlled by estrogen now. I understand you are in a bad mood. But you have to be rational. Do you know what you are saying?” The grievances that I have suppressed for a long time could no longer be held back; I slammed the door and yelled, “Rational? Your wife had a miscarriage caused by your mistress, and you went to celebrate your mistress’s pregnancy. Is this rational? Zach, you’ve gone too far!” He felt embarrassed after I said it. He pointed at my nose with his eyes wide open and scolded me, “Winona, are you crazy? Melanie is my friend’s wife, and I just helped her out of pity. Watch your mouth!” Then Zach raised his hand and slapped me hard. I was caught off guard and bumped into the door. My back hit the door lock, and cold sweat ran down my face. “Baby!” Zach looked at his hand with some regret and hurried over to help me up. “I’m sorry, Baby. I lost control.” I stood up against the wall, my heart aching. “Don’t touch me! ” Zach was a little embarrassed with his hands freezing in air. He moved his fingers slightly and then retracted them. “You rest at home. I’ll go buy cakes.” After he left, I removed the memory card of the surveillance camera in the living room and called the police.
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