43. Misery

My laughter echoed in the room, but the dashing young man and the doctor were fazed. Staring at them stealing glances at each other made me realize that they might be telling the truth.

"So I'm pregnant?" I muttered with a quavering voice as a rush of shock rushed through my veins.

'I've never imagined that I could get pregnant. Was this a blessing? Or a consolement?'

My eyes instantly amassed tears as I recalled eight years' travesty from the neighbors and even my very own husband.

"Papa, this is a miracle.." I erupted into tears with my fist clenched on the hospital sheets. My father always yearned for a grandchild, but I couldn't give him one.

I bent my head and swaddled myself with my arms from shoulder to shoulder. After a while, I slowly hoisted my head and ogled at the men, focused on each other.

"Has my husband been here?" Though I asked, I was sure he would ever visit me.

"He was here." The doctor's voice made me savage my lips.

"Did he, umm, take care of my father's f