STIGMA

The doctor looked at Caroline Harper with a smile and said, "Miss Harper, congratulations! You are two months pregnant."

Caroline was surprised to hear this. She took the test result from the doctor and looked at it carefully. Was she really pregnant?

After confirming it, she left the doctor's office joyfully. She was so happy that when she got to the door, she took out her phone and made a phone call.

"What's up?" As soon as her call was connected, a man's deep voice sounded from the other end of the line.

Caroline called Damian Mayson, her husband. When she heard his cold voice, she felt a little sad. But when she thought of the good news that she was pregnant, she became happy again.

She was about to say something, but she hesitated for a while. In the end, she just said, "Are you coming back tonight? I have something to tell you."

Caroline thought she'd better tell him the news in person later.

"I'm not sure."

After saying this, Damian hung up the phone without even giving her a chance to say something more.

Caroline sighed and returned home. As soon as she entered the door and took off her shoes, she heard a harsh voice coming from the living room. "Caroline, where have you been all afternoon? You left without doing the housework. I've been calling you, but you're not answering your phone. How dare you!"

It was Damian's mother, Megan Mayson. She stood up, looked at Caroline disgustedly, and snapped, "Hurry and cook dinner now!"

Caroline lowered her head. She was already used to Megan's attitude, so she didn't retort. Instead, she replied in a weak voice, "Okay, Mom."

Caroline had already eaten dinner, but Damian had not returned home yet. She sat in the living room to wait for him. She couldn't help touching her belly, feeling a little disappointed.

It was late at night, and she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She only woke up when she vaguely heard the sound of a car outside.

Then Damian, in a black suit, came in. He was handsome, but he exuded a cold aura.