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I was already eight months pregnant when Theo Irvine suddenly declared that I had to prepare a feast to celebrate his birthday and cook a home–cooked meal myself. He even invited
his friends to celebrate it.
At the party, during a game of Truth or Dare, Susan Evergreen purposedly lost the game
and chose the Truth. She pointed at my baby bump and said, “Amy, your stretch marks are so
disgusting, like a swarm of maggots crawled across your skin.”
Laughter erupted and instantly drowned me in humiliation. Shame crushed the last shred of y dignity.
I demanded she apologize to me, but Theo frowned. “Jenny was just joking. Why are you taking it so seriously? If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.”
On that rainy night, he kicked me out of the house. At that time, I only wore thin pajamas.
As I stood there in the storm, he turned around and bragged to his friend, “She is eight
months pregnant and still thinks she is a princess! She is as fat as a pig! Who else would want
her but me? Just wait! She’ll be back on her knees apologizing in under ten minutes.”
However, this time, he was wrong.
I turned around, went downstairs and took a taxi. Then without any hesitation, I scheduled
an induced abortion.
A man like him did not deserve to be a father.
When the man on duty that night heard my request that I wanted to have an abortion, he
was hesitant. He asked, “Your pregnancy is at a quite advanced stage, are you sure you want to terminate this pregnancy? Does the father know about this?”
“He’s dead,” I replied coldly.
The light on the doctor’s eyes softened with sympathy. Since Theo had never accompanied me to any prenatal checkups and we weren’t legally married, there was no record of him in the system. So, the doctor did not question my words.
After multiple confirmations, the procedure was scheduled for two days later.
When I returned, the rain had drenched me entirely despite my being as careful as I could be.
The icy wind bit my skin, but I felt nothing.
Numbly, I climbed the stairs and opened the door.
The party had ended, but the mess had not been cleaned yet.
Theo was sitting on the sofa, smoking. When he heard the door open, his face immediately ned gloomy and he hurled a pillow at me.
“Amy! Jenny was just fooling around. Did you really have to storm out in the middle of the
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night? She is just a kid. What could she possibly understand? You’re about to be a mother, why do you have to stoop to her level?”
So, calling my stretch mark maggot was a joke. Calling me a pig was also a joke.
To Theo, every insult from Jenny’s mouth was just a harmless joke. For him, she was just a young child, who had not grown up.
However, he conveniently forgot that I was just a young girl too before I married him. After all, I was only a year older than Jenny!
Why should I tolerate it all without any complaints?
Whenever I felt upset by Jenny’s words, Theo always stood by her immediately and belittled
- me. I felt smaller than dirt.
“Besides, Jenny isn’t wrong,” he added. “Why are you so petty? Can’t you even handle a little
truth?”
Anger surged through me, followed by despair.
I used to argue, desperate to salvage the scraps of my dignity left in this marriage. However, I did not do it anymore, because a rotten relationship like ours wasn’t worth fighting for.
The pillow had struck my waist and it felt hurt and sore.
Theo mistook my silence for submission. With a smirk, he sneered, “What are you standing there for? Can’t you see how messy the house is? Clean it up!”
As I held my waist, I glanced around. The floor was littered with remnants of their party, There was spilled alcohol mixed with cake frosting. The mess was overwhelming.
When they were having fun, they found me got in the way. However, when it was time to clean up, I was the only one expected to do it.
I had no intention of tidying up. I turned around, planning to go to the bedroom. However, when I opened the door, Jenny stepped out. She was wearing a seductive silk gown.
