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After a night of thinking, I decided to give it a try and tell Francis about my pregnancy. However, I searched the entire villa but couldn't find him. So I turned on my phone and found Linda's Little Red Book. At seven in the morning, she posted a status: "I said I wanted to eat crab roe buns, and you came at four o'clock and cooked at five o'clock, doing everything from washing crabs to kneading dough. I won't tell you who was moved." After seeing this status, my hope was completely extinguished.

I took a taxi to the hospital and spent half an hour to get rid of the baby I had been pregnant with for two years. After that, I went to the bridal shop to cancel my appointment. Unexpectedly, I ran into Frances who was helping Linda adjust the low-cut neckline of her wedding dress .

" You followed me?" He was a little angry, and his frown was full of impatience. Linda pretended to be fierce and slapped his hand off his chest, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes: "How can you talk to your wife like this? You are just an NPC to accompany me to take a set of wedding photos. Joyce is not a stingy person. How could she follow us so dirty just for such a small matter?"

I nodded perfunctorily: "You are his wife, whatever you say is right." Then I turned to leave, but Francis grabbed my wrist. "Why are you being sarcastic? I am honest with Linda , how many times do I have to repeat it!" I remembered that these hands were on Linda's chest a minute ago, and I felt extremely disgusted and slapped them hard.

While struggling, Francis suddenly let go, and I fell backwards, hitting my lower abdomen on the table, and the pain made me sweat coldly. Linda pretended to blame Francis, and then squatted down to help me. But before her hand touched me, she sat down on the ground. "Ah! Sister Joyce, I am kind enough to help you, how can you do this to me?" Francis picked up Linda with tears in her eyes, and swept his sharp eyes towards me: "If Linda's hands are destroyed, I will never let you go!" As soon as he finished speaking, he strode away with Linda in his arms.

But I know that it was Linda who cut my palm with the diamond on her wedding dress. At this moment, I am extremely glad that I aborted the child. How can a man who gives all his preference and tension to other women be a good father?