Chapter 28

That night, Kenneth called me. This was the first time he contacted me in months.
"Where are you?"
"New York."
"Inside the school?"
"No."
He was silent for a few seconds, and then whispered, "I'm coming over for something, and coincidentally passing by your school. If it's convenient..."
I held my breath and tried to speak steadily, "It's not convenient, no need."
My amniotic fluid had just broken. I was in excruciating pain.
"I heard your new boyfriend is a student?"
"What can he give you?" he said impatiently.
"Well..." I couldn't help it and exclaimed in pain.
Kenneth on the other end of the line seemed stunned.
"What are you doing..." His voice trembled with anger.
"Can't you tell? I'm on a date, go away!"
If I had known childbirth would be so painful, I wouldn't have given birth. This damn Kenneth, the main reason. I wish I could tear him apart, and he's still asking me what I'm doing. It makes me so angry.
"Grace, you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, I hung up the phone. I couldn't bear it anymore, it hurt so much. The doctor told me to endure it, saying my cervix had only dilated two centimeters.
I've been in pain for so long, and it's only dilated two centimeters? Miranda stood by my side, holding my phone, anxiously looking at me.
"Why don't you tell him? "I see you're in so much pain, I'm afraid..."
"What did he say?" I grimaced in pain.
"He sent you a message. Let me read it to you."
So while my head was spinning with pain, I listened to Miranda reading the message he sent me.
"Grace, we haven't filed the paperwork yet, so this is considered adultery."
"You won't get a penny in the divorce."
"What do you see in him?"
"Not going to speak, huh? Do you really think I can't find you?"
The more I listened, the more pain I felt in my head.
"He said he's coming to find you, as if he really thinks you're with someone else," Miranda said, reciting the message in my ear.
"Never mind him."
After enduring the torment of giving birth for so long and not giving birth, I was on the verge of collapse and had to undergo surgery. When my mom saw me, I almost fainted in shock.
"You came here to study, and now you have a child...?"
"Mom, I'm in pain."
"Alright, alright, stop talking. Save your energy, your dad and I are waiting outside for you."
I had no idea how long the surgery lasted, but by the time I was wheeled out of the operating room, it was already dark outside. When I woke up, my mom was holding the baby, and my dad's face turned pale when he saw me, but he immediately brightened up when he saw the baby.
"This grandchild is so fair and good-looking." My mom brought the baby over for me to see.
"Just by looking at his high forehead, you can tell he's our child, the smart one." My dad couldn't contain his excitement.
Looking at the wrinkled face of the baby, I couldn't see what was so beautiful about him.
The main issue was that after the anesthesia wore off, I was in so much pain that I couldn't be interested in anything. I thought giving birth would be simple, that once the baby was born, he would start walking, sleep by himself after a few days, feed himself, and then go to school, and I wouldn't have to worry about anything. But it turned out to be completely the opposite.
Breastfeeding nearly killed me. He would wake up every two hours, eat, poop, cry... it was like a never-ending cycle, and I couldn't sleep all night. This was no angel, but a little devil.
After spending three days in confinement, I became depressed. During this time, Kenneth called me, but I didn't answer his calls or reply to his messages. At three in the morning, when the little brat woke me up again, I endured the intense pain and tried to soothe him for half an hour, but he kept crying, and I broke down. While the nanny was soothing the child, I went to the bathroom and then sat on the toilet and cried like crazy. I'm worthless! I can't be a good mother at all! I shouldn't have impulsively given birth to him. If he cries again, I'll jump off the building.
The thought of having to take care of the child for a lifetime filled me with despair. I took out my phone and looked at Kenneth's messages in my contacts. I just wanted to scold him. At that moment, my phone suddenly rang. It was Kenneth. Tears still on my cheeks, I answered his call.
"Grace," his voice was a bit hoarse. Like he had been drinking. Look at this, I'm having a breakdown taking care of the child, while he's out enjoying himself. I'm just finding ways to torture myself.
"Speak," I suppressed my anger.
"Is he beside you?"
Who the heck is he talking about? What's he going on about now?
"It's none of your business. We already divorced," I reminded him.
"I didn't sign the papers!" he sounded somewhat desperate. "Do you think I can't live without you?"
"It doesn't matter."
He fell silent for a while, and I thought he would hang up.
But then his voice choked: "Can't we not separate? What do you want? I'll buy whatever you want. A house, handbags, anything, just don't leave. Even if you say it a hundred times, I still won't sign."
He spoke sporadically for a while. I was genuinely shocked. He doesn't want to get a divorce? Wasn't he constantly thinking about flying with his unrequited love? Now he's clinging to me, what's going on? Moreover, I'm currently breaking down to the point that I don't want to deal with his personal matters.
"Are you done talking? If so, I'm hanging up."
"When will you come home? "How can I make you talk to me?"
He was really drunk. I have never seen him drunk before, I didn't expect him to be so persistent.
"It's not that I don't want to pay attention to you, it's just that I don't have time right now."
The maid outside the door has already come three times. That little demon keeps opening his mouth, either to eat or to cry.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you paying attention to me? "Is it because...? "Is it because I won't call you love that you would not pay attention to me anymore?"
I took a deep breath, what trauma has he gone through? His personality has completely changed. In the past, it was fine if he didn't let me call him dad, let alone expect him to call me sister.
"No, Kenneth, calm down, I really don't have time."
"Love. Love."
My whole body went numb. What on earth is wrong with him?
Just then, the baby started crying loudly. Suddenly, the phone went quiet.
"Do you have a child?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, I just gave birth to a baby in the hospital. Mr. Xie, do you have anything else?"
He didn't say a word. Absolutely no word until I hung up the phone. Afterwards, I went to pick up the baby with a headache starting. taking turns with the maid to soothe him, I finally calmed him down when it was about to dawn.