8-Month Pregnant, Hubby Demands I Cook His Birthday Feast

Chapter 10

It was like we had an unspoken agreement: as long as Theo kept quiet, I would too.

A week slipped by in that strange, heavy silence.

When the doctor cleared me to leave and removed my stitches, I was ready to go. I wanted nothing more than to step out of the sterile, lonely hospital room and breathe fresh air. But Theo wasn’t having it.

The moment I mentioned going home, he pulled out his black card and insisted I stay longer.

“You need to stay here. The staff can take care of you. If you go home, I’ll be at work, and I won’t be able to relax knowing you’re on your own,” he said, his voice stern, face set in a stubborn line. For a brief moment, I felt like we were back in the days when we were happy. But reality hit hard, and I quickly shut the thought down.

“Theo, I just had an abortion,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

His expression immediately shifted, hurt flashing in his eyes.

“Amy, that was our child. How can you be so casual about it?” He moved closer, voice almost pleading. “I didn’t blame you for making that decision without me. I know I was wrong too. But things are clearer now. Can’t we try to fix this? Can’t you give me another chance?”

I pulled up my hospital gown, exposing the stretch marks on my stomach.

“Look at me, Theo. Do you still think this is something we can just brush off?” I asked. “I’m not the same person I was, and you aren’t either. It’s over.”

I checked myself out of the hospital, determined to stand firm.

After dropping me off at home, he didn’t say a word. He left for work without so much as a glance. For the first time in a while, I felt the weight of everything lift. I started packing for my trip abroad, ready to leave it all behind.

That evening, I sifted through the gifts Theo had given me over the years. They barely filled a cardboard box. Without hesitation, I carried the box downstairs and tossed it in the trash.

Just as I was about to close the lid, I heard his car pull up. He came inside, washed up, and headed straight to the kitchen. Two hours later, he set a full meal in front of me. It hit me then: he had cooked all of this for me.

For five years, I had worked tirelessly in that same kitchen, but he’d never once cooked for me.

A bitter laugh escaped me.

But the food had no taste.

I swallowed the emotions swirling inside me, knowing I was leaving tomorrow. There was no room for regret now.

After clearing the table, Theo pulled a small gift box from his coat pocket and placed it in front of me.

“A five-year anniversary gift,” he said, his voice uncertain. “Please, open it.”

“There’s no need,” I replied coolly. “Save it for your next partner.”

“Amy, don’t be so cruel,” he pleaded.

“This? This is nothing compared to Jenny,” I shot back. “Consider it a compliment.”

Even though Jenny was out of the picture, we both knew the gap between us was beyond repair.

That night, I took my blanket and moved to the guest room, determined to sleep away the pain.

Theo’s messages filled my phone—apologies, promises, and money transfers. The chat bubbles, once green, had finally turned blue, but I didn’t care.

At dawn, I heard him leave the house quietly. I got up, freshened up, and booked a taxi to the airport. On the way, I deleted his contact information.

The final message I sent him was simple: “I never want to see you again. This ends here.”

The house was his, the one he’d bought after his business took off. It had never truly been mine.

Leaving was easier than I thought. Letting go was simpler than I could have imagined.

There were so many times before when I was on the edge of walking away. But now? After everything I’d given, I had no regrets.

As the plane soared into the sky, I left behind the person I once was, hoping the future would be brighter than the years that came before.

(The End)