With just one week until my due date, my husband suddenly told me that
his stingy mother didn’t want to spend the money, so she’d changed the luxury suite I’d booked at a postpartum care center for 30,000 yuan into a crowded dormitory bed that cost just 1,500.
She also repeatedly warned me not to waste money on an epidural.
I was so furious that the baby started kicking right there.
But on the way to the hospital, I suddenly heard my baby’s thoughts from inside my belly.
“When is my dumb mom finally going to realize Dad has been lying to her this whole time?”
“Dad was the one who canceled the postpartum care center. He pocketed the money and pinned all the blame on Grandma.”
“That shameless old geezer swindled money from both sides to support his mistress. Once Mom dies from hemorrhaging during childbirth, he’ll cause a scene at the hospital and claim compensation, then bring his mistress home as his new wife.”
“I’m the one who really has it bad. I’ll be sent to an orphanage as soon as I’m born…”
My expression turned grave. I grabbed my husband and shouted through gritted teeth,
“Call your mother and have her come to the hospital right now. I’m confronting her face-to-face!”
“If she doesn’t come, I’m not having this baby!”
