Chapter 3
The next morning, Zach came home reeking of perfume.
He hugged me from behind and whispered, “Baby, don’t be sad. We will have kids again. The most important thing now is that you recover as soon as possible and then take care of Melanie. with me.‘
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He coaxed me with a soft voice. “I bought you your favorite soup. Drink some.”
In Zach’s eyes, I was someone who could be coaxed with a bowl of soup. He hurt me and then coaxed me. Zach knew this well over the years.
But I was really tired.
I pushed him away with nausea. “I just had a miscarriage because of Melanie, but you held a banquet to celebrate her pregnancy and asked me to take care of her. Zach, do you really think you are right?”
He was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed. “Winona, this is your attitude? I bought you breakfast early in the morning and came back to coax you, and you talked to me like this?”
His cell phone suddenly lit up, and a nursery rhyme sounded. That was the exclusive ringtone he had set for Melanie.
“Baby, if you’re not hungry, take some rest.”
