The Woman From Hell

“No, I will do it.” I gritted my teeth as I got out of the car. I hurried over to the large patch of grass in front of the villa. The villa was huge. The grass area alone was about 300 square meters. It would usually take two or three workers to clear out the weeds, but now he wanted me to do it alone with my bare hands. I knew he was trying to torment me. After all, I was in the wrong. After pausing for a while, I squatted down and started working. Theo sat in the car and did not get down. He stared at me as I worked. There was no emotion on his gloomy face. After a long while, he floored the accelerator and drove off, leaving a trail of exhaust gas behind. Watching him leave, I stood up and let out a long sigh of relief. I did not sleep last night, and my back was hurting so much that I could not stand straight. I remembered I had not had breakfast yet either. Regretfully, I said to the child in my belly. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m not qualified to be a mother. I have only made you suffer.” Recently, not only did I not rest well, I often did not eat well too. It was not how a pregnant woman should be behaving. The weather in June was like the temperamental mood of a toddler. Earlier on, the azure sky was still clear with some white clouds. With just a few sudden gusts of cold wind, the sky suddenly turned dark. I was afraid that a storm was brewing. I quickly squatted on the ground and continued to work, hoping I could finish it before the rain. Otherwise, Theo would be even angrier when he returned and saw my unfinished work. However, I did not have the speed of God. In the blink of an eye, heavy rain poured down, and fat raindrops landed on my body. I quickly got up and darted into the house. Because I was running too fast, I slipped on the stairs and fell hard onto the floor. Instinctively, I reached out my hand to cushion my belly. However, it did not help, and I tumbled down the steps until I landed on the rain-soaked ground. My belly crashed onto the stairs as I rolled down, sending waves of pain through me. The rain hit me mercilessly in the face. I rubbed my belly and struggled to pull myself up to head inside. As soon as I took a step, my belly started to hurt as if pierced with needles. Beads of cold sweat trickled down my face along with the rain. I could not bear the pain any longer and collapse to the ground under the rain again. Trembling, I held on to my pants tightly and closed my eyes in pain. I was afraid that I would not be able to keep the baby! My body started twitching violently, and with every twitch, it felt like a needle piercing into my heart. It was so painful that I could not breathe. Aside from the sound of the rain, there was no other sound in the surroundings. It was as if I was the only person left in the world. I wished someone could appear at this moment, even if it only meant looking at me. However, I knew that no one, not a single soul, would appear at this moment or care whether I live or die. In desperation, I gave up struggling and laid with my back on the ground. My uncontrollable tears flowed from my eyes, drop by drop mixed with the rain to the ground. Every drop seemed to suck away bits of my soul. Why? Why was God this unfair to me? Why did he have to torture me like this? In just 23 years, he had let me experience all sorts of disasters. Now he wanted me to feel pain, torture, and separation. All of it! I could feel the final ounce of energy flowing out of my body. My entire body felt cold from the inside out. I slowly closed my eyes. It was not a terrible way to end things like this. In my daze, I heard the sound of a car braking suddenly. A tall figure then ran over and picked me up. The person screamed my name in pain, ordering and threatening to get me to open my eyes. I wanted to open my eyes and see who it was, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not. In the end, I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was lying in my bed, not knowing who brought me in. Before I fainted, I vaguely remembered someone shouting at me, but I could not tell if it was real or just a dream. I wanted to sit up, but my belly hurt so bad that I could not move at all. “My baby, my baby!” The familiar pain from before I lost consciousness woke me up completely. I could not help but caress my belly.