Back then, my father still cared for me. Knowing I wasn't eating enough, he often gave me pocket money.
Later, I was sent to a boarding school.
The time I had a high fever, my teacher called my parents to take me to the hospital.
"We have little kids at home. I'm afraid he might infect us. It's better not to let her come back this weekend."
I cried to my father, but he indifferently said, "Don't be so dramatic. Why don't you know how to consider me and your stepmother? It's just a fever. Just take some medicine."
From that day on, I knew my father had changed.
I once thought I would never get married until I met Zach.
He always put me first. Even a small cut would make him want to rush me to the hospital.
After many minor matters, I gave my heart to Zach. Unexpectedly, in the end, he still discarded it ruthlessly.
I touched my stomach.
I didn't want my child to go through this pain.
The following day, I went to the hospital.
Because of my poor health, the doctors required me to be admitted for an examination first.
Zach somehow found out I was there for an abortion and quickly found my ward.
At that time, I was sitting on the hospital bed, looking at the sunset outside the window.
I couldn't help but think of the time when we were on our honeymoon, watching the sunrise and sunset by the sea.
The sunset was as beautiful as it used to be.
Zach sat down next to me and looked up at the sunset.
"I've noticed that the sunset hasn't changed after so many years. It's still so beautiful."
It wasn't until the sun had set entirely that I couldn't help but sigh.
Zach patted me on the head. "In the future, I..."
I interrupted him, "The sunset hasn't changed, but the people watching it have."
Zach didn't respond.
"How many years have you and Laura been together behind my back?" I asked him.
He just remained silent, saying nothing.
"She's also pregnant with your child," I said indifferently. "Zach, let's just end it. Let me go and let this child go."
I felt my heart was torn apart in pain.
The child in my belly seemed to sense my emotions and kicked me gently.
When I had the ultrasound, I saw this cute little thing. It already had little hands and feet.
It curled up quietly in my belly, wholly dependent on me.
For a moment, I even thought about giving birth to it and raising it alone.
But thinking of my mother's tragic death, I quickly hardened my heart.