Her belly was noticeably pregnant, the
weariness apparent even through her makeup.
Her lips were chapped, her hair dry, as if she
hadn’t slept for days.
I looked at the two divorce certificates;
Sarah’s burning gaze almost burned me.
I put some distance between us.
“I’m not Tom anymore. What you do with
others is none of my business.”
“Didn’t your mother tell you? I won’t see you
again.”
The expectation in Sarah’s eyes instantly
vanished.
<
She looked at me uncertainly, her eyes
reddening.
“Are you saying this because I’m still carrying
Mark’s child?”
“I’ll abort it! If I abort it, you’ll forgive me,
right?”
She was at least six months pregnant; the
fetus was already formed.
An abortion now could render her infertile for
life.
I rubbed my temples helplessly.
After all, we were childhood sweethearts for
over twenty years. Her current state still made
me feel pity.
“Sarah, there’s no need. Tell your mother that
she broke the agreement, and I can break it
too. Have her return my parents‘ inheritance.”
<
Sarah shook her head violently.
“No, it wasn’t my mom… it was me. I looked
for you for a long time.”
She choked up and couldn’t speak.
Before I could say anything, Sarah pulled out
a knife from somewhere.
She started slashing at her own belly.
Blood gushed out, making me freeze.
“Tom, I’m sorry. Before, I tortured you
because I hated you for taking away my
freedom, but now I can’t live without you.”
“Will you come back with me?”
Sarah’s crazed state made my heart race.
I quickly called an ambulance and sent her to
the hospital.
She kept calling my name on the way.
