Chapter 1 My husband , Eric , was on a business trip abroad when he got caught in a terrorist attack . Everyone started calling me . The embassy reached out , asking me to come in for discussions . Even Eric's family and colleagues bombarded me with calls , inquiring about the situation - some even offered to help bring him back , free of charge . I had just come out of the delivery room , yet I calmly hung up on call after call . After all , when Eric saw the news of his ex - girlfriend , Aria , a war correspondent , caught in the crossfire of a terror attack , he left me - his pregnant wife - to fly over and make sure she was safe . Back then , I was leaking amniotic fluid , clutching my swollen belly , and I asked him : " Are you really going to abandon your wife and unborn daughter to go into a war zone ? Eric , if you go , I will not be responsible for the consequences . Eric had taken all our bank books and passports and shouted at me , " You and the baby aren't going to die anytime soon - she , on the other hand , could be dead the next second ! " " You're just giving birth . Haven't you always been strong ? " With that , he slammed the door and left . So , if he's the one throwing his life away , why should I save him ? Eric loved watching international news . I never understood why - until two days ago when a news report aired . A female war correspondent had been captured by terrorists during an interview . The footage lasted only a second , but I recognized her immediately - Aria , the most famous anchor on the international channel . At that moment , I was nine months pregnant , about to go into labor . Sitting in a rocking chair in the living room , I rested my hand on my belly and felt a pang of sympathy for the journalist . The next second , Eric knocked over the fruit bowl in a panic . He stood up so quickly that his knee slammed into the corner of the coffee table . The impact looked so painful that even I winced , but Eric didn't seem to feel a thing . He staggered into the kitchen for a glass of water but accidentally hit the hot water button , scalding himself so badly he dropped the glass , shattering it . Ignoring his reddened , burned skin , he rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him . An hour later , Eric finally emerged . " I … I have to go on a business trip . " I slowly stood up , hand still resting on my belly . " Eric , my due date is in the next couple of days . I could go into labor at any time . It's not a good time for a trip . What if the contractions start suddenly ? " " You know my mother died in childbirth with my younger brother . I'm genuinely terrified of giving birth . " " Didn't you say the thing you were most looking forward to was being the first person our daughter saw when she opened her eyes ? " Eric's face paled , but after a moment , he said , " This trip is really important to me - I have to go . But don't worry , I'll definitely be back before you give birth . " I gave him a broken smile . 11 and His Wife Owe Me 400K Chapter 1 Even though the pain in my belly was already sharp and spasmodic , and fluid was trickling down my legs like a faucet had been turned on . " Ill agree . But Eric , I want you to know - whatever consequences come from this trip , you'll face them alone . I won't bear any of it for you . Maybe my expression was too solemn , because Eric's body trembled slightly . Then , as if swearing an oath , he said , " Don't worry , I'll come back safely . " With that , he rushed into the room , hastily packed a few items of clothing , and shoved on his shoes , ready to leave . Just as he was about to walk out the door , I couldn't stop myself . I softened and called out to him . " Eric , wait a second . " He turned back , visibly irritated . " Didn't you already say I could go ? Why are you calling me back now ? " Clutching my hand tightly into a fist , the pain in my belly intensifying , I remained calm . " You forgot your passport . " I dragged my body , still leaking amniotic fluid , back into the bedroom . I brought him his passport , and then handed him a bank card . That card held every paycheck Eric had transferred to me over the seven years of our marriage . His hand trembled slightly as he took the passport and the card , and even his eyes began to redden .