Betrayed, I Chose to Walk Alone

Synopsis

At seven months pregnant, I asked my husband Richard Grant to make me some soup. He said he had something urgent at work and turned me down without a second thought. That afternoon, I came across a post from an intern at his company. There was a picture with a caption: [I just offhandedly told my boss I wanted to taste his cooking, and he picked up the ingredients and showed up at my door right away.] The photo showed a table full of elaborate dishes, and there was my husband, peeling shrimp for her with all the care in the world. Meanwhile, I was lying in bed, feeling miserable from morning sickness. I texted my husband, telling him I was feeling awful from all the vomiting. But all he did was get impatient. He replied: [If you're feeling that bad, go to the hospital. Telling me won't help.] The next second, the post got another update. [I was just trying to lend a hand, but ended up bumping my knee. It really hurts. [I'm so clumsy, but luckily my boss is here to take care of me, hehe.] But when I got pregnant by accident, my health was so bad I wasn't supposed to keep the baby. It was my in-laws who begged me to have the child, just so the Grant family could have an heir. My husband had no idea that after his car accident, he couldn't have kids anymore. I calmly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and called my husband. "Richard, let's get a divorce," I said. If that was how things were, then I didn't need that husband or that child anymore.