And soon, it’ll be me, Caleb, and our baby. We’ll be a real family.”
Her words cut deep. My hand flew across her face with a sharp crack.
But even that wasn’t enough. I grabbed her hair and yanked her violently as my palm struck her again and again.
Yvette shrieked in pain until Caleb rushed home and pulled me off her.
I wanted nothing but to kill her. After all, a person who had already lost all hope was capable of doing anything.
Yvette sobbed uncontrollably, drawing Patricia and Albert into the room.
Patricia raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. Caleb moved as if to stop her, but he pulled Yvette into his arms after seeing her tears.
“Caleb, this woman is getting out of control! She’s carrying another man’s baby, yet you still refuse to divorce her. And now, she’s even hitting Yvie! If you don’t throw her out, I’ll take Yvie home with me. And then the Lawson family will have no rightful heir!”
Yvette lifted her head and shot me a triumphant smile.
However, Caleb didn’t do as Patricia demanded. Instead, he released Yvette and walked over to stand beside me.
“Natalie is my wife. I won’t let her leave. Yvie can stay here, too, but I don’t want to hear such words again. They are both my children. They are equally important to me,” he said.
Caleb didn’t abandon me, but he didn’t tell the truth either. Instead, he let me bear the shame and allowed them to humiliate me.
For Yvette’s “peace of mind”, Caleb wanted me to compromise.
And so, my bright, sunlit bedroom was taken from me. I was moved to a storage room in the basement.
“It’s just a different place to sleep. Nothing else will change. You’ll still get your meals on time,” Caleb said.
But none of that mattered to me anymore.
To Caleb, neither I nor this baby truly mattered. I had already made my decision—I wasn’t going to keep this baby. I wouldn’t bring them into this world just to suffer.
