Finally, my best friend came over. She took one look at me and immediately called Carl. “Where are you? Your wife’s really sick, and you’re doing nothing?”
“Hailey’s right there with you, isn’t she? What are you two trying to pull? Is dragging this out with these stupid games really that fun for you?”
I didn’t even have the energy to say anything.
My friend snapped, “Carl, have you completely forgotten the promise you made to treat her right? It’s only been a few years, and you’ve already thrown it all out the window?”
Carl didn’t even bother arguing. “I’ve already talked to her. We’ll get remarried later. What else does she want? Tell her to come over and wrap up the divorce. Wendy’s done waiting.”
My friend stared at the phone in disbelief, about to yell, but Carl had already hung up.
“You’re really going through with the divorce?” she asked.
I could only nod weakly.
She was about to say something else when the doctor walked in. “You’re pregnant. Why aren’t you taking better care of yourself? It’ll be a nightmare if something happens to the baby.”
My friend’s face went pale. “You’re pregnant?”
The doctor looked confused. “You didn’t know?”
My friend was about to call Carl again, fuming. Using what little strength I had left, I grabbed her arm.
Carl wouldn’t believe it. He’d probably think I was just making it up to drag out the divorce, that I didn’t want to let him go. His heart was with Wendy now.
No matter what I did, I’d only look like the bad guy in his eyes. It would only be when he saw the truth for himself that he’d realize what he’d done.
After three days of resting at home, my friend came with me for a checkup at the hospital.
As soon as we entered, someone gasped, “Hailey.”
My whole body went stiff when I saw Wendy and Carl.
