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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
I smiled in relief and looked at her with loving eyes. I replied, sounding slightly envious, “That’s great. Even though I can’t bear children, just being able to see your child makes me happy. As long as it’s Wesley’s child, I’ll love them.”
Charlotte appeared completely stunned. She asked incredulously, “Do you really love him that much?”
I shrugged and said, “Yes, I love him so much. He’s more important to me than my own life. He still doesn’t know about my cancer diagnosis, so please keep it a secret.”
“By the way, can I ask you for a favour? Could I spend a few days with your child after you gave birth? I promise I won’t do anything to the baby. I just want to take a look. I’ll leave when my time comes. By then, I hope you can help take care of Wesley and his child. Okay?”
She teared up and agreed, probably moved by my realistic portrayal of a hopeless romantic fool.
“Thank you! Thank you!”
I was about to leave when Charlotte came after me and asked, “Why don’t you get warded?”
I responded with a grin: “I’ve asked the doctor about my diagnosis. Any treatment will only extend my life briefly, not to mention that I’ll go bald. I’ll look terrible, and I don’t want to leave this world looking like that. I want Wesley to remember me as a beautiful woman.”
Charlotte was speechless, seemingly persuaded by my act of pure love.
I went on: “Don’t worry. Just focus on your pregnancy for now. I’ll make sure Wesley spends time with you. You can do whatever you want. If you feel restless, he can take you on a trip.”
Charlotte was shocked again. She hadn’t expected me to be this generous.
I exited the café, looking sad and despondent.
I informed Wesley about Charlotte’s pregnancy when he returned home that night.
Wesley appeared shocked. If I hadn’t known he’d accompanied Charlotte to the hospital, I’d have assumed he had no idea she was pregnant.
“What are we going to do about that?” he enquired.
I smiled and comforted him, “Isn’t this perfect? Talk to her. Get her to keep the child.”
“Right, how did I not think of that?” Wesley asked, as if he had just realised something.
His eyes conveyed a hint of guilt. He paused before offering, “Darling, I’m sorry. You’ve terminated your pregnancies for me. It’s bad for your health. It’s my fault, I was too young back then, and I didn’t want us to be tied down.”
He exhaled and went on: “You know how my parents are. They’ve been pressuring me. And I’m already 45 years old. Looking at all my friends with kids, I started thinking about having one, so I could have someone to take care of me when I’m old…”
Wesley had previously refused to have children, but now he had changed his mind. What a jerk!
He demonstrated why women should never trust men who say they do not want children. Men could father children with women at any age, but women were abandoned once they became barren.
Charlotte appeared completely stunned. She asked incredulously, “Do you really love him that much?”
I shrugged and said, “Yes, I love him so much. He’s more important to me than my own life. He still doesn’t know about my cancer diagnosis, so please keep it a secret.”
“By the way, can I ask you for a favour? Could I spend a few days with your child after you gave birth? I promise I won’t do anything to the baby. I just want to take a look. I’ll leave when my time comes. By then, I hope you can help take care of Wesley and his child. Okay?”
She teared up and agreed, probably moved by my realistic portrayal of a hopeless romantic fool.
“Thank you! Thank you!”
I was about to leave when Charlotte came after me and asked, “Why don’t you get warded?”
I responded with a grin: “I’ve asked the doctor about my diagnosis. Any treatment will only extend my life briefly, not to mention that I’ll go bald. I’ll look terrible, and I don’t want to leave this world looking like that. I want Wesley to remember me as a beautiful woman.”
Charlotte was speechless, seemingly persuaded by my act of pure love.
I went on: “Don’t worry. Just focus on your pregnancy for now. I’ll make sure Wesley spends time with you. You can do whatever you want. If you feel restless, he can take you on a trip.”
Charlotte was shocked again. She hadn’t expected me to be this generous.
I exited the café, looking sad and despondent.
I informed Wesley about Charlotte’s pregnancy when he returned home that night.
Wesley appeared shocked. If I hadn’t known he’d accompanied Charlotte to the hospital, I’d have assumed he had no idea she was pregnant.
“What are we going to do about that?” he enquired.
I smiled and comforted him, “Isn’t this perfect? Talk to her. Get her to keep the child.”
“Right, how did I not think of that?” Wesley asked, as if he had just realised something.
His eyes conveyed a hint of guilt. He paused before offering, “Darling, I’m sorry. You’ve terminated your pregnancies for me. It’s bad for your health. It’s my fault, I was too young back then, and I didn’t want us to be tied down.”
He exhaled and went on: “You know how my parents are. They’ve been pressuring me. And I’m already 45 years old. Looking at all my friends with kids, I started thinking about having one, so I could have someone to take care of me when I’m old…”
Wesley had previously refused to have children, but now he had changed his mind. What a jerk!
He demonstrated why women should never trust men who say they do not want children. Men could father children with women at any age, but women were abandoned once they became barren.