When Jennifer saw the news, her face paled. "That's the route I would take if I went home. If I had gone home earlier, would I..."
Rick hugged her and patted her back. "Don't be afraid. You're fine now, aren't you?"
"Can you give me a lift home, Rick?" Jennifer asked coquettishly. "I'm scared."
Seeing their actions, I rubbed my abdomen.
I was nine weeks pregnant.
It was only confirmed yesterday. I previously wanted to give Rick a surprise.
However, I decided to have an abortion that day.
'I'm sorry, baby. You still don't have a chance to be born into this world.' I thought.
In the hospital, Dr. Dixon was a little shocked when she heard that I wanted an abortion. "Are you sure about this? Does your husband know about this?"
Dr. Dixon knew how much I wanted a child. She had seen me quite a lot of times during the past two years.
I nodded. "I'm sure. I want to go through with the abortion today."
Seeing how determined I was, Dr. Dixon arranged for the abortion to take place.
After the operation, I sat alone in the car and rubbed my abdomen. Tears trickled down my cheeks and landed on my lap. In the end, I couldn't help but start crying loudly.
I was crying because I lost my child and also because of what happened during my previous life.
During dinner, my parents saw that I was the only one who came home, so they asked me if Jennifer was with Rick.
I forced myself not to show any discomfort and said, "Yeah, Rick took Jennifer to a banquet."
My mother, Linda Frost, looked a little awkward. "Wendy, aren't you afraid that something will happen between them?"
"Will nothing happen between them if I keep an eye on them?"
I put down the cutlery in my hands and said, "I've thought about it. I want a divorce. Mom, Dad, Rick thinks Jennifer is Mindy and she's the only person he cares about. Jennifer also thought she was the one who was with Rick back then."
At that moment, the room became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
I was kidnapped when I was six years old in a theme park. When I was found, my parents burst into tears. Then they began taking care of me at home every day.
Back then, Jennifer was only five years old.
One day, she suddenly fainted. When she woke up, she began saying that she was Mindy.
Mindy was my nickname.
My parents tried to tell her the truth, but Jennifer would start panting every time and then faint.
As time passed, my parents gave up.
From that day onwards, Jennifer became Mindy.
I wanted to continue, but Rick came back with Jennifer, who was drunk.
"Mom, Dad, Mindy had a little too much to drink today. I'm going to have to ask you to take care of her."
Rick, who was sober at that moment, reminded me of three days ago when he was throwing up in the toilet.
Rick would never get himself drunk because he wanted to take care of Jennifer.
On the way home, neither of us said a word.
Seeing that Rick was about to return to his room, I said, "Why do you love Jennifer so much?"
Rick looked at me disdainfully. "Someone like you wouldn't understand how important Mindy is to me."
I asked again, "Why do you love Jennifer so much?"
Rick recalled his past memories. "Back then, if it weren't for Mindy keeping me company, I wouldn't know where I am right now. Therefore, I am willing to give Mindy whatever she wants."
"Rick, do you love Mindy or Jennifer?" I was curious.
Rick immediately replied, "Jennifer is Mindy!"
"What if you're wrong?"
He mocked, "How can I say I love her if I can't even recognize Mindy?"
When I heard his reply during my previous life, I felt like my heart was stabbed by countless daggers.
But now, I found his reply funny.
