Chapter 7

The doctor had no choice but to perform an episiotomy.

Perhaps it was instinct taking over, but I nearly forgot about the pain.

Until I heard the baby's first cry.

I felt an immense sense of relief.

Dashiell, however, fell to his knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Darling, no more kids."

"We're not having any more children, it's just too much!"

"Just this one little girl, our family's heir apparent. We're done having kids."

The doctors and nurses at the hospital all laughed.

They said Dashiell was a rare example of a good man.

Especially the nurse who was fastening my wristband.

She said that of all the men she'd seen in the delivery room, only Dashiell had broken down crying like that.

My parents also said that at that moment, they truly accepted Dashiell, despite their initial disapproval.

A man who genuinely felt the pain his wife went through during childbirth.

How could he possibly cheat?

Even now, I have to admit that deep down, I didn't want to believe it.