Less than a minute later, Brian called again.
"Grace, I did explain the reason to you. What's with your childish temper?"
"Quickly prepare the things according to the text message I sent you and bring them over."
He ended the call in a commanding tone.
Brian always does this, demanding me at his command.
But in these seven years, I have also been happily immersed in it.
Because he assured me that his concern for Jessica was based on years of friendship and sympathy for Jessica becoming a single mother.
He assured me that I am the only person he loves.
But what is the reality?
During the ten days I was in the hospital for a threatened miscarriage, he said he was busy and not available to visit me.
But he could go back and forth to Jessica's place for three meals a day for three consecutive months.
When I was alone in the hospital and fainted due to low blood sugar during a prenatal check-up, he said he couldn't get away because of a business trip.
But at the same time, he could drive back from another province just to listen to the baby's heartbeat during Jessica's prenatal check-up.
Even when I was lying in the cold operating room of the hospital, enduring the pain of losing a child, he was still texting me, asking me to send clothes to Jessica's baby.
Everything is my own fault.
After packing up all the baby's things and burying them properly, I went to the confinement center.
There were only two divorce agreements in the bag.
Brian looked at my empty bag with a frown on his forehead.
"Didn't I tell you to bring more clothes? The baby's skin is sensitive now and can't wear diapers."
"There are no clean clothes left. What do you want the baby to wear?"
I gave him a cold glance.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Brian's breathing became rapid with anger. After all, I had never argued with him before.
I was about to take out the divorce agreement when Jessica ran out of the house and grabbed my arm.
"Grace is here! Come in quickly, it's cold outside."
"Brian, really. I said to order takeout, but he insisted on you coming in person."
"Don't be angry. Let me talk to him properly!"
She raised her hand and playfully pounded on Brian's chest.
She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of provocation.
"Grace, the baby is unlucky. Dad passed away before he was born. Fortunately, there is Brian as his godfather. He can be as happy as a child born in a normal family in the future."