When the party was over and I didn’t pay the bill, my husband’s face went deathly pale with panic. I just sat there calmly and dropped one line: “It’s not my child, so why should I pay?” – News

this, I frowned and objected. I said the baby was only three months old and could easily get sick in a noisy, crowded place. Besides, a party at a big hotel would cost a fortune, and with diapers and formula to buy, we couldn’t afford to be wasteful.

Hearing my words, Daniel immediately waved his hand, dismissing my opinion.

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