The Child He Never Wanted From Me
After dropping the big news of my pregnancy on my husband, Maxwell Ford, who loves me to the moon and back, I expect him to burst into tears out of elation.
But I don't expect him to harbor a slightly guilty look.
"I'm sorry, Val. I'm still not ready to become a father just yet. Can we only work on having another child after a few more years?"
Although I can't bear to part with my unborn baby, I still go through a medical abortion obediently.
Three years later, I accidentally witness Maxwell holding another woman's hand as they pick up a little girl from kindergarten.
With a wide smile on his face, Maxwell picks up the girl and says, "It's your third birthday today, sweetheart! Why don't I give you the position as the only heiress to my company as your birthday gift?"
As I stare at the family of three walking away from me, I feel as though I've been plunged into an icy abyss.
It turns out that Maxwell is lying about not being ready to become a father. He just doesn't like the child that I bear…