Keep you in my arms

It was twelve o'clock in the morning. Although it was weekend, there were few people on the street.

Angela walked on the street aimlessly, like a broken puppet.

Originally, she had a very clear plan of her life, but God liked to joke with her. If Vanessa was pregnant a few months earlier, or the baby in her belly didn't come so early. Perhaps she could get rid of it totally?

She didn't know which child Edward was expecting more. Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought of the happiness he showed when he picked up the test report.

Huh...

Angela, what the hell are you expecting? Did you expect him to care about you more? Didn't he say that she would be free after giving birth to the baby? Now that she had made up her mind, why should she feel sad whether Vanessa was pregnant or not?

She stopped and lowered her head with a self mockery smile.

Again, she took out the test report from her bag. It was clearly written that her child had been nine weeks old. She put her hand on her lower abdomen. She clearly didn't feel any signs of life, but she was incomparably depressed because of the arrival of the child.

After a long time, she put her hand down from her lower abdomen and froze in a daze, not knowing where to go.

She stared blankly at a car rushing over, turning sharply across the road and stopping in front of her.

don't you answer the phone? !" Edward didn't turn off the engine.

words. Why did she leave so soon? She always resisted and hated him so much. Although she was pregnant, she looked painful. How afraid he was that she would hurt

for some fresh air."

somewhat

He looked

was because of the baby?

ached and she nodded

at night. Edward held her too tightly, just like the shackles of reality, making her unable to breathe. She didn't know what time it was at night when she felt

the door was gently closed, her eyes

and stood in front

car was on. Although it was dark, she still recognized that it was Edward's car. The car gradually disappeared in the dark night. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone to check the time. It was three twenty-seven in the

screen for a long time before she

on her belly and stared at the ceiling, tears welling up

that you care

not at this moment that she realized that no matter it was for Harriet or Greg, the

if she hated him to the core and looked down upon her sadly, she couldn't help