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That evening when I got home, I immediately told my parents about the situation.
They both looked serious. Mom asked, “What do you think about this?”
In my past life, I hadn’t told them to avoid worrying them. They only found out after the abortion.
At that time, my parents felt Jack’s family wasn’t a good match and suggested I reconsider.
But Mrs. Wilson kept saying she had aborted the baby for my sake.
My parents, both lifelong teachers, cared deeply about their reputation. How could I let them bear the stigma of breaking off an engagement?
“I want to cancel the engagement with Jack,” I answered firmly, clearly having given it much thought.
Hearing my response, my parents visibly relaxed.
Mom said, “Making you decide about this is clearly a calculated move. We thought they were decent people, but they’re more cunning than we
realized.”
Dad added, “Indeed. If they’re like this now, it’ll only get worse after marriage. Whatever you decide, your mom and I will support you. People get married and divorced all the time. Breaking off an engagement because it’s not right is no big deal. Don’t feel pressured.”
Hearing their reassuring words, my eyes welled up. They were more clear–headed than I had been. Looking back, my concerns in my past life seemed so foolish.
“We should wait a bit before canceling the engagement though. She’s pregnant now and shouldn’t be stressed, Mom cautioned.
I nodded in agreement. In my past life, whenever we had conflicts after marriage, my mother–in–law would always shout, “I aborted my baby for you back then, what more do you want?”
And my husband and father–in–law would join in, accusing me of being heartless and cruel, a murderer who had ended a life.
This time, they wouldn’t get the chance to smear my name!
