I am grace, my husband Watson is an obstetrician and gynecologist, and we got married two years ago.

Maybe it's because of his work, he rarely makes love with me. I had secretly consulted an expert, who also said that maybe he had seen too much of women's bodies and had lost his passion.

Luckily, I still got pregnant at the beginning of the year.

Watson excused that sex during pregnancy might hurt me and the baby, and stopped touching me even more, even moving to the study to sleep.

In the afternoon, I went to the supermarket to buy groceries as usual, and the difference was that I bought a bottle of wine.

I sat at the table and called him, but he said he had an operation and had to work late.

He didn't seem to remember what day it was.

At a quarter to ten, the door opened.Watson had just entered when I lunged for him, and he reached out to catch me, frowning.

"You've been drinking?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled at him, "A little."

Watson held me who was a slightly dizzy, "How can you drink when you're pregnant?"

I rested my head on his shoulder, using the wine to spoil my temper.

"Today is our second wedding anniversary and I was waiting for you to come home for dinner and you were late. So I had a drink first. It's just red wine. It won't affect our baby."

"You're drunk, let me help you go to your room and rest!"

Watson helped me into the bedroom and put me down on the bed. I used the strength of wine to hook his neck, did not give him a chance to escape, with my lips coming up.

"Honey, kiss me!"

Watson's body stiffened and passively kissed me for a moment before trying to leave.

"Grace, don't do that, watch out for the baby in your belly."

I hooked onto him and didn't let him go, staring at him in ecstasy, half pouting, half aggravated.

"You're a doctor you know, after the first trimester, it can be done. Just be careful. Watson, don't push me away."

But he pushed me away forcefully anyway, tugging at his tie in annoyance.

"I'm going to take a shower."

I hadn't actually drunk much. I was pregnant. I was just spraying red wine as perfume.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and after about ten minutes, it stopped, and Watson's footsteps passed by the bedroom door and didn't stop.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the door close in the study.

I shrank under the covers, gathered the courage to put on the headphones, and with a shaking hand opened the software on my phone to connect to the wiretap.

Yes, this afternoon, when I went out to buy groceries, I bought a bug by the way.

The familiar gasp of Watson's voice came from the headset. My nose sore, tears sprang into my eyes.

He still wasn't interested in my body after all, clearly wanting but mercilessly pushing me away.

But the next sound shocked me.

"Baby, louder, wave a little. I just like your sexy voice, ah ......"

The ambiguous words of Watson exploded in my ears.

The next thing you know, there is really a woman's scream. The two voices sang one after the other, and the battle was very intense.

My whole heart ached so much that tears rolled down my face and my pillow was wet. I took off the headphones and lay down on the bed as if I was drained, and I stayed awake all night.

But there really can't be a woman in the study, so maybe he's doing it on video?

I regret that I only installed a wiretap, I should have installed a miniature camera.

I decided to go to the study once more to look for some clues.

The next morning, after Watson went out, I I finally stood in the study door again.

When my hand just on the doorknob, Watson suddenly returned.

I panicked and withdrew my hand, pretending to walk past the study door, and after sitting down on the sofa, I pretended to be calm and picked up the remote control on the coffee table to turn on the TV, and pressed it several times before turning it on under nervousness.

Watson said he'd taken a vacation and was taking me out on a trip.

Because of last night's discovery, I felt that he was being a bit hypocritical. So I lifted my head and looked straight into his eyes. I hope I can see something.

But he looked very normal, as if there was nothing wrong with me. Instead, it looked like I was being paranoid.

I pretended to pack a simple bag as if nothing had happened and went downstairs with him.

The place we went to was not far away, just in a tourist town two hours away from the city.

The hotel rooms were very distinctive, single wooden houses built in the countryside. Watson chose a building against the mountain. The location is more remote and isolated, but he said it was quiet. I was too concerned to travel, so I didn't say anything when I saw that the bed and furniture were clean and tidy.

When I opened the trunk to get the luggage, I saw a surgical toolbox lying inside.

Watson explained, "You are pregnant. I taking you out is risky. I need to be prepared."

Those words softened my heart, which had been full of sadness.

I deluded myself into thinking that maybe I was really paranoid about the study? Was he just looking for excitement in a video with his online friends?

After all, there was already a child, and I didn't want our relationship to break up.

I wore only a short-sleeved loose maternity dress. The temperature in the town was a little cooler than in the city. I went out for a stroll, and when I returned from dinner my nose was a little stuffy.

Watson took a pill bottle from the medicine chest, poured two pills and handed them to me.

"I find you have a cold, take some medicine to sleep well."

I reached out and took the medicine but was a little hesitant, "This medicine does not affect the baby, right?"

"This is suitable for pregnant women to eat, do not worry." Watson said and went to the water fountain to pour water. He did not even notice when the cup was full, and burned his hands.

After taking the medicine, sleepiness came quickly and I went to sleep first.

Until a strong abdominal pain occurred to me and I opened my eyes, only to find myself surrounded by darkness.

"Husband ......" I called out to him first, reached out and touched my side but it was empty. I tried to get out of bed to find him, but found that my feet were tied.

A wave of unprecedented fear overwhelmed me instantly.

Next, I heard slow footsteps.

By the faint moonlight coming through the window screen, I saw Watson walking toward me, his white-gloved hand holding a syringe.

My heart tightened, "Honey, what do you want to do?"

Watson walked to the bed and bent down slightly to gently stroke my face, but the words that came out were extremely cruel.

"Grace, we have to divorce, this child can not keep, you do not blame me!"

"Husband, what are you talking about?"

I shouted loudly in panic, but Watson ignored me and took the cold liquid and started wiping my lower body.

"You should trust my medical skills, don't worry, I will take care of it cleanly."

I cried out in fear and struggled so hard that the whole bed creaked, but my feet were secured so tightly that I couldn't break free.

The child in my belly seemed to feel the danger approaching, and moved restlessly at this moment.

"Watson, do you have any humanity? It's your baby!" My voice was shaking, my body was shaking.

Watson did not respond to me at all, as if he was already engaged in surgery.

"Help! Watson, this is illegal! Help!" I screamed with all the strength I could muster, almost tearing my throat out.

Watson finally looked up at me, his eyes still cold.

"No one will answer you even if you scream your throat out, so save your breath!"

I stared incredulously.

He is so heartless. I previously thought he is a good man. How blind I am ah.

In desperation, I remembered the phone pressed under the pillow and reached for it, and quickly dialed the speed dial number.

The phone picked up quickly after two rings, and Niki's sleepy voice came from the other end of the line.

"Grace?"

"Nki, ah ......" I yelled out.

The syringe was already lodged in the small of my back, and as I screamed in pain, the phone was taken away from me by Watson hanging up.

I knew that with this injection, there would be nothing left.

I stopped screaming, stopped struggling, and lay limp like a dead fish, weeping as Watson tormented me.

The phone that had been tossed aside rang and stopped ringing and stopped ringing again.

I think Niki must have heard my screams.

My whole heart was empty until the baby was finally out of my body. I touched my deflated belly, my lips twitched twice, and finally cried hysterically.

"Watson, you're a beast!"

Watson finally let go of my legs.

He carried the tiny body and put it into a black plastic bag under my murderous gaze, looking at me calmly, without any semblance of guilt or remorse.

"I know you hate me. Don't worry. I will bury the child properly."

I stared at his cruel and determined back. My teeth clenched tightly. I wanted to lunge up and bite him to death.

My eyes fell on the plastic bag he was carrying, and my whole body broke down again.

The baby had been inside me for five months, I had imagined what he would look like countless times. I had even envisioned the way I would love him.

And yet, he was gone! His father had killed him with his own hands.

I struggled out of bed, blood on my skirt and legs, and pain in my lower body, but I couldn't care anymore. I grabbed my phone and ran out before Watson returned.

I couldn't find my way out the door, so I ran blindly along a path in front of the door. The road was too narrow and I slipped into the field and rolled all over the mud before I ran a few steps.

Finally finding the road, fearing that Watson came after me, I did not dare to stop, walking until my legs lost consciousness.

My bloody footprints was left in the winding tarmac road, silently telling my miserable experience.

The summer wind was hot, but I was cold as hell, cold from the inside out.

I finally stopped halfway up the mountain, looking numbly at the endless darkness at the bottom of the mountain, and fell into deep despair.

Really, I have never been so desperate! I really want to jump down and end it all.

But I thought of my mother, if she loses me, what should she do?

And the good man called "Mockingbird", in my years of schooling, he has always sponsored me, and often encourage me on MSN, to guide me. He is one of the few warmth on my way to grow up.

If I die like this, won't I have failed him for all these years? I haven't had a chance to meet him and say thank you to him in person, and I don't even know what his real name is.

In the end, I did not jump.

Until many years later, I am grateful for this moment I chose to be sensible and brave.

Although this night I seem to have died.

But it was also in this night, I met a man.