Chapter 4

Just then, there was a knock on the door to the autopsy room, and Evan looked up with a frown. I knew he hated it whenever someone disrupted him at work.

However, when he saw who it was, his frown disappeared. He had a doting smile on his face as he called out gently, "Why are you here, Carmen? I'm still in the middle of work."

Carmen glanced at my body on the autopsy table before looking away. Lifting the bags of food she was holding, she said with a smile, "No one wants to work overtime while hungry, right? I brought supper for everyone."

Evan nodded at the others in the room, and they immediately cheered as they exited the autopsy room. While making his way toward the pizzas Carmen had brought, Isaac Sorrell, the intern, couldn't resist remarking, "Your wife is so thoughtful, Dr. Foster!"

Shaun quickly covered Isaac's mouth to stop him from talking, but Evan heard the comment anyway. After a glance at Carmen, his expression hardened, and he growled, "Don't ever bring up that woman in front of me again. I've been working overtime at the police station for three days now, and she didn't even bother calling me. She's not fit to be my wife."

I stood behind Evan with a look of bitterness.

Previously, I'd also brought supper to Evan when he had to work late. However, he berated me for disturbing him at work and threw the supper I'd brought into the trash, right in front of everyone. He'd also gotten the police officers to chase me out.

Now, after seeing the doting look Evan gave Carmen, it all made sense to me. This was the difference love made.

Evan's colleagues started digging into the food, and the atmosphere grew lively. Shaun came to hand Evan a slice of pizza, but just as he was about to take it, Carmen stopped him and stuffed a lunchbox into his hand.

"This is your supper, Evan. It has less salt and less oil, which is good for your kidney."

Everyone began teasing Evan, saying that Carmen had lovingly prepared a separate supper just for him. Although he hated such teasing, he didn't tell them to stop. In fact, he gave everyone a smug smile as if he relished the attention.

After sharing a loving supper, Carmen packed up the empty lunchbox and left, while Evan went back to the autopsy room.

Once again, he took his scalpel. My womb was cut open, and from it, he retrieved a newly formed fetus. He replaced it on an autopsy tray.

This was my first time seeing my child.

Since the day we got married, I'd wanted to give Evan a child, but he kept refusing to have one.

Three months ago, I tricked Evan into coming home. After getting him drunk, I climbed on top of him. That was how I managed to get pregnant.

Alas, I would never be able to hear the baby calling me mommy.