It wasn’t Mark’s voice on the other end, but
Sarah’s mocking laughter.
“Tom, do you really think I’d fall for your lies
again? I left, and you immediately called my mother to support you.”
“I’m glad I broke your leg; otherwise, who
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knows what you would have done to Mark.”
She hung up abruptly.
I held the phone tightly, then weakly let go.
Three years ago, when I made the bet with
Sarah’s mother, I should have known I’d lose.
I just didn’t expect to lose so badly.
I intended to wait quietly for my departure.
But the next day, Sarah and Mark returned
home in a flurry.
Sarah’s eyes were bloodshot, and her clothes
were disheveled, as if she had been in an
argument.
Her eyes were red, and she looked at me as if
she wanted to tear me apart.
Before I could react, Mark knelt in front of
- me.
“Mr. Tom, I know you’re unhappy with me. If
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my previous messages upset you, I
apologize.”
“But you can’t persuade Mrs. Miller to make
Sarah have an abortion! That’s our child,
Sarah and me, we waited so hard for it.‘
My head was spinning. I opened my mouth to explain.
The next second, a sharp pain shot through my cheek.
Sarah slapped me several times; her hand
was red and trembled at her side.
She grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and pointed them at me, yelling hysterically. “Tom, you disgust me!”
“Three years ago, you forced me to marry you against my will. Now you want to abort my child? What kind of spell did you cast on
