[The hit drama adaptation, Her and Her Counterattack, is now streaming!] I was four months pregnant when my husband, an obstetrician, accompanied me to pick up my prenatal test results.
The smile on his lips froze the instant he saw the report, and he forcibly tried to take me to get an abortion.
I stood there stunned. The attending physician had just said the baby was perfectly healthy!
I pulled my hand free and demanded, “Why do you want me to get an abortion?!”
He didn't answer, but he'd already booked the procedure for me.
When I tried to run, he grabbed my arm and held on tight. “This child absolutely cannot be born!”
Clutching my belly, I hurriedly called my parents, who were also obstetricians.
My father, who had always doted on me, raised his fist as if to punch me in the stomach.
My mother's face was filled with terror as she shook her head frantically. “No, this won't do.”
“Find a few men and lock them in with Yinyin.”
I couldn't understand why they were doing this to get rid of my baby. I tried to escape.
But they locked me in a dark room anyway.
As I felt blood running down my legs, I knew my baby was gone.
My mother came to fetch me with a smile. I frantically demanded to know why they were treating me this way.
She didn't answer. Instead, she sent me to a psychiatric hospital.
I was tortured to death there. When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to the day I was supposed to pick up my prenatal test results.
My husband looked at me with a smile. “Honey, this is our first child. I can't wait for the day they're born.”