Eight Months into My Pregnancy, My Husband Asked Me to Die

On New Year's Eve, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law's family came to my house to celebrate the New Year. My sister-in-law's daughter pointed at my pregnant belly and laughed. "Uncle, the stretch marks are so ugly, they look like black earthworms. They're dead!" I asked her to apologize. My mother-in-law said that children's words are unbridled, and my sister-in-law is even more yin and yang: "Sitting there like an ancestor, doing nothing, and arguing with children!" "As if no one has ever been pregnant!" Before I realized what was going on, my husband had already kicked me out of the house. I don't care at all that it's snowing heavily outside at this time! He proudly determined that I would definitely go back and bow to him within ten minutes to admit my mistake. Unfortunately he was wrong. The whole night, I did not disturb their family happiness. Instead, he took a taxi to the hospital alone and made an appointment for an abortion. This kind of scum is not worthy of me giving birth to a child for him! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.