When the snowstorm came, my husband left me at the bus stop and insisted on returning home to take his subordinate, who was five months pregnant, home.
I fainted from the cold and begged him to save me, but he yelled at me, "Do you still have sympathy? Why would you, a normal person, be jealous of a pregnant woman?!"
But he didn't know that I was pregnant too.
Looking at the dusty vehicles going away, I clutched my stomach and smiled in despair.
Baby, I don't want it anymore.
I don't want this person anymore.
But later when he learned that I had voluntarily had an abortion, my husband collapsed. He hugged my waist and cried, begging me, "Can we have another child? We will still have children..."
I slapped the divorce agreement on his face and said, "Get out!"