Chapter 3

3 Jason got the call and showed up soon after with a cold expression.

The nurse mentioned that I had a son.

He looked surprised, then said, "Then I'm going to need to get a paternity test."

Mrs. Hawthorne called back at that moment and heard what he said.

"Jason! Your wife just gave birth to your child, and you're insulting her like that? Are you even human?"

Jason, not wanting to make his mother angry, changed his tune. "I was joking."

I heard what he said.

But I wasn't angry.

Because I knew all along that he didn't believe it was his child.

Even though I kept telling him that the child was conceived through IVF, using his sperm.

He didn't believe me.

I stopped saying anything.

Mrs. Hawthorne took him into the room and left.

Jason stood in the distance, not getting close, like he was seeing someone unimportant.

I didn't care.

The atmosphere in the room was tense and silent.

After a long time, he walked over and spoke, but the words were still unpleasant. "You wanted to have the baby. Don't expect me to take care of it."

He was watching my expression, trying to read something on my face.

I smiled. "Mom has already found a great nanny. Someone will take care of the baby."

He frowned. "Don't think you can use the child to control me. I won't..."

"It's okay, just be yourself."

Before he could finish, I interrupted him. "Mom will take care of the baby. It won't bother you."

My reaction surprised him.

After all, when we first got married, I told him that if we had children, I wanted to give them a complete family.

I wanted to make sure they had the parents I never had.

But now, I no longer expected anything from him.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, then looked at me, turned, and walked out of the room.

But I still heard a whiny voice on the other end. "The baby's not even yours. Why did you even go to see her? I want to go to my idol's concert. You promised you'd go with me..."

He went out to answer the phone and never came back.

Just then, a pregnant woman walked by my door, supported by her husband.

"Honey, do you think the baby will look like you or me?"

"Like you, beautiful like you."

The woman laughed, and her husband laughed with her. His gaze never left the woman, and he took care to support her every step of the way, as if worried she'd fall.

They were filled with happiness.

I was envious.

It would be nice if someone loved me.

As I was thinking this, I got a notification on my phone.

"Received $5,000 from Alipay."

I picked it up, and the transfer said, “Mom told me to give this to you.”

I didn't send it back.

After all, it was what I deserved.

After a few days in the hospital, Mrs. Hawthorne picked me up and brought me home to continue recovering.

She promised me that on the last day of my confinement, Jason and I would be divorced.

Hearing her promise, my heart felt calm.

That night, the director of the orphanage called me.