My name is Safira and I am a housewife. Every day, I work hard for my husband and daughter. I have no social life, no job, no money, and no life of my own. I put all my heart and soul into my family.
It was raining heavily that day. I carried my daughter who had the pneumonia. I took several buses and went to the children's hospital. When I got home drenched, The moment I opened the door, a woman's sweet voice came from the master bedroom. "Michael," she said. When are you going to get a divorce? I've been pregnant for four months, and yesterday's ultrasound shows that I have a son in my belly. Let me tell you, I'm not that patient."
"Baby," the man said.
I was stunned. I stood in the living room, staring at the bedroom that belonged to my husband Michael and me. My body trembled as if I had been frozen.
"No." I was finally roused awake. I gently placed my daughter on the sofa and kicked open the door to rush in.
In an instant, the man and woman in the room screamed as if they had seen a ghost.
My face was ashen, my body was trembling, my lips were trembling, and my eyes fell on the woman's slightly bulging lower abdomen.
"Safi, you are back. Listen to me..." Michael was the first to react. He walked towards me and tried to pull me out.
I used all my strength and slapped him hard.
"Safi, listen to me." I saw his lips open and closed, "All of this is really not what I meant. You also know, Mom..."
They were clearly so happy just now, but now, he actually said that all of this wasn't his intention!
"Michael, Jessica, I finally found that famous old doctor. He prescribed me a lot of fetal protection medicine." Just as Michael finished speaking, mother-in-law walked in carrying large and small bags of medicine. Her face was full of excitement.
No wonder I hadn't seen mother-in-law for a few days. It turned out that she was secretly looking for old medicine for the child in that woman's womb!
My daughter was suffering from lung disease. She had a high fever of 40 degrees for a few days but no one cared about her.
Just as I was in so much pain that I wanted to die, my daughter, who was lying on the sofa, started crying at the top of her lungs as if she had foreseen the tragic fate of the future.
My heart was in so much pain that I hurriedly got up.
"Michael, my stomach hurts." At that moment, the woman's voice came from the bedroom.
My husband, whom I loved for many years, ran into the bedroom nervously after glancing at his daughter. His eyes were filled with pain. But I knew that he was definitely not feeling worried about my daughter.
Ever since I gave birth to my daughter, when did he have the slightest bit of such an expression towards me and my daughter? In pain and despair, I picked up my daughter and rushed out of the house.