"Divorce? Stop joking! Just send me the bag you want, I'll buy it for you." Jiang Ming sneered, confident I would never leave him, let alone really consider divorce.
But he was wrong.
Thinking about what he said to Feng Xiaotao last night, I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch my stomach.
Jiang Ming always has his own set of rules when doing things, he said he doesn't want a child with me, then about this child of mine that's almost formed...
No matter what, I have to get this divorce!
I work at a fashion magazine, and after nearly ten years, I finally became the ad editor responsible for the luxury section.
When I arrived at the company, I was still restless.
My superior, Ning Xin, asked me, "Did you get the results of your checkup the other day? Is your body still feeling uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine." I shook my head and hid the truth.