Goodbye Ex, A Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me
And then, as if my stomach hadn’t already twisted in knots, he added, “Honey… once you’re fully recovered, shall we have another child?”
I wanted to smash the cup over his head. Smash him into pieces.
Brute.
You still dare talk about children to me?
I gritted my teeth and forced a polite smile. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose it. Then he shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapping around mine. His voice softened.
“Honey, I read in a book a few days ago that children lost in accidents become angels. They wait in heaven until they can be their parents’ babies again. I think our lost baby is watching us right now… waiting for the day we can reunite.”