12
Just as I had shaken off Alexander’s pursuit and gotten into Mr. Sullivan’s car.
Five minutes later, we were frantically cut off by him who still wouldn’t give up!
He rushed out of his car, having lost all composure, frantically knocking on the passenger window, “Get out and talk!”
I quickly grabbed Mr. Sullivan, whose expression had darkened slightly, and shook my head before getting out of the car.
Alexander’s usual coolness was gone, his eyes full of agitation.
“This man, aren’t you going to explain?!”
“When did you meet him, and when did you get close to him?!”
I coldly retorted, “I’m afraid I don’t owe you any explanation!”
He got even more worked up, “No explanation? I’m your husband! The father of the child in your belly!”
Those two words stirred up my previously calm heart, and I could no longer hold back. I slapped him hard!
Alexander looked at me in shock, his eyes bloodshot, his fists clenched tight.
But unexpectedly, the next second he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, his tone had softened.
“You’re pregnant, you can’t get agitated.”
“I’m just angry that no matter how you act out, you shouldn’t use another man to provoke me.”
As he spoke, he lowered his proud head.
“Alright, for what happened before, I apologize to you.”
“I promise, there won’t be any other women bothering you anymore.”
“Come back with me, let’s raise our child well from now on.”
Listening to his tone that was half–bestowing grace and half–taking for granted, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Then I stared at him, almost cruelly, word by word.
“Alexander, there is no child anymore. I’ve already aborted it.”
“There’s no future between us either.”
He staggered back a step, thunderstruck, looking at me in disbelief.
As if he finally realized that I was serious.
