Chapter 8
Chapter 8
It was almost noon the next day.
The test results arrived on my phone right on schedule. That fake proof of pregnancy my dad managed to get yesterday really saved the day. I even forwarded it to Julian.
The report showed I was six weeks pregnant. The hospital recommended I come back for an NT scan at twelve weeks.
Right then, another wave of nausea hit me, and I started to throw up. Julian rushed over, held me, and gave me some water.
Leaning against him, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Honey,” I said, “this baby didn’t come easy. My parents suggested I quit my job and stay home to rest.”
My quitting wouldn’t impact Julian in any way, só, predictably, he didn’t object.
“They also said we should hire a live–in nanny to take care of me.” I continued. “You know, a decent live–in nanny these days costs at least twenty or thirty thousand a month. And my mom is completely helpless in the kitchen, let alone capable of taking care of me. So I thought, why don’t we bring your mom here from your hometown? It’s better to give the money to family than to a stranger.‘
Julian hesitated a little but didn’t completely refuse. “Honey, I’m just worried about my mom’s lifestyle being different from yours…”
Just as I thought, the mention of money changed his tune. I saw my chance and jumped on it, cutting him off before he could finish. “Honey, you’ve got me all wrong. Your mom always taught me to be respectful to elders. If she comes here, I can take good care of her. Besides, my mom already transferred fifty thousand dollars to me for the nanny!”
The promise of fifty thousand dollars was clearly very appealing to Julian.
“Alright,” he said, “I’ll ask her.”
“Why don’t you call her now? I’ll talk to her.”
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At this point, Julian couldn’t find a reason to refuse.
With the financial incentive, Julian’s mom readily agreed to come over on Monday.
Monday rolled around quickly.
I couldn’t delay filing for divorce any longer. Besides, with a no–fault divorce, it would still take a month–long cooling–off period before it became final.
So that morning, after Julian took the day off to accompany me through my resignation procedures, we went ahead and filed for divorce.
Julian had drawn up the agreement. I didn’t even bother reading it before signing; I just
wanted it done.
After submitting the application, I saw the unconcealed joy in his eyes and knew the agreement didn’t benefit me in the slightest.
But it didn’t matter. Until the divorce was finalized, the agreement meant nothing.
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