Chapter 2

2 At the hospital, I got the report first.

Even after the doctor confirmed the fetus was healthy, I took the report immediately.

I thought that if Mark didn't see the report, nothing would happen.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I left the doctor's office, Mark asked for the report, just like last time.

My heart skipped a beat, but I pretended to be cheerful, "What do you need my report for?"

Mark also smiled, "I'm the father, and an OB/GYN. Isn't it normal to see the report?"

"The doctor said both you and the baby are healthy, don't you believe her?"

"No, it's to understand the situation, so I can take better care of you."

But I deliberately put the report in my bag in front of him, "But I'm not letting you see it today."

Mark thought I was being childish and went along with it, "Okay, I won't look. As long as you're healthy."

I smiled, putting my arm around his, "I'll go to the bathroom, then we'll go home."

I grabbed my bag and went to the restroom.

I had glimpsed the report, but too quickly to see anything unusual.

I decided to examine it carefully in the bathroom to find out what was wrong, what caused them to change so drastically after seeing it.

But as soon as I reached the restroom, my heart sank―the report was gone!

I rushed out, and from afar, I saw Mark's pale face.

The report, which should have been in my bag, was in his hand!

Mark saw me and hurried toward me. I instinctively tried to run, but he grabbed my arm.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at me, "Sarah, this child can't stay. Get an abortion now!"

I never understood why my sweet husband changed so drastically after seeing the report!

The viciousness in Mark's eyes was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I trembled, but since it wasn't my first time experiencing this, I quickly shouted, "Help! Someone's trying to abort my baby!"

The hospital was crowded. After my cry, people gathered around.

Mark didn't expect this, but I immediately knelt before him, "Husband, the doctor said the baby is healthy, why would you make me have an abortion?"

Mark gritted his teeth, whispering fiercely, "Bitch, shut up!"

He tried to drag me away, but bystanders intervened.

A man pulled him away, "What are you doing?!"

"Heaven's sake, the baby is healthy, and you still want an abortion? Don't want to raise it?"

"Don't want to raise it now? What about when you were having fun?"

"Forcing a woman to have an abortion, that's illegal, call the police!"

Mark's breathing was ragged, his teeth clenched, his gaze fierce.

But in the crowd, he was helpless.

But unexpectedly, he smiled at me and called my parents.

When Mom and Dad arrived, they saw Mark and me surrounded.

They knew something had happened.

Mom protectively held me, but when she touched me, I trembled.

The kind strangers told my parents what happened.

Dad raised his hand to slap Mark, but before he could, Mark held up the report.

"Dad, don't look!" I tried to grab the report.

But Dad looked at it first.

Instantly, his eyes trembled.

I tentatively called, "Dad."

When he looked at me again, his eyes were red. His raised hand slapped me.

"You beast! Mark is doing this for your own good!"