Worship The Ground You Walk On novel Chapter 1

It was a dark and silent night.

A man picked up his suit from the floor and headed out. He couldn't wait to leave for the master bedroom. That was where he slept, alone.

Claudia and Ben Crawford have been married for two years, yet they had never shared the same bed over one night.

When Claudia opened her eyes, it was already at the dawn of the next day. Soon, she heard the preset broadcast:

"Dear mother-to-be, you've been expecting for 27 weeks and 2 days. Your due date is 89 days later, during which we hope you..."

For some reason, she recalled the night when she came back from the hospital with her pregnancy test result. The man suddenly fell out with her upon seeing the word "Positive" on that sheet.

He uttered an order without any intention to compromise, "Get an abortion."

Claudia fell in great Anguish. She regretted and wondered why she had to marry a man who didn't love her at all.

Her emotional turmoil was cut off by the unexpected call of her housekeeper.

“Ma'am, breakfast is ready!"

When she got downstairs, her husband was already sitting at the table. He had chosen an old fashioned suit and leather shoes today. With the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, he was reading today's newspaper, and on the table, there were some hand-shredded cheese and a slice of lava tart.

This was his breakfast routine.

Her eyes briefly skimmed over him. Then she walked over and sat across the table. The housekeeper served a sandwich and said, "Ma'am, would you like me to come with you for your prenatal check-up today? Hospitals aren't the best places for a pregnant woman to walk in alone.”

Claudia nodded. She peeked at him, only to find that he was frowning. She immediately lowered her eyelids.

The housekeeper served some soup. Being mind-absent, Claudia accidentally hit her elbow on the bowl. The searing hot soup spattered her hand.

"Ow…!"

Her unpleasant scream sounded like a broken engine that desperately needs to be lubricated.

His brow furrows. Claudia saw and stopped screaming in fear. She bit her lips and ran to the kitchen, running the cold water over the scald to ease the pain.

She was a "mute", that was what the other Crawford called her. She couldn't speak.

The only voice she could let out...