My husband had been dead for less than a week when, in the middle of the night, I heard a woman’s screams coming from downstairs. What I saw afterward left me completely frozen in shock.

It was a late night. My child and I had already fallen asleep when I suddenly jolted awake at the sound of painful moaning. There were no men left in the house anymore, and fear washed over me instantly. My heart pounded violently, but I still forced myself to follow the sound downstairs to see what was happening.

When I reached the lower floor, I realized the strange noises were coming from the housekeeper’s bedroom. I hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open—and then I stood there, stunned.

The housekeeper was lying on her bed, both hands clutching her stomach, her body twisting in pain as she groaned uncontrollably.

Panicking, I rushed to her side and asked what was wrong. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she whispered weakly:

“I want to get rid of this baby… I can’t keep it. He’s dead now—so why should I give birth to this child?”

My legs nearly gave out beneath me.

“The man” she was talking about—was she referring to my husband?

I was about to demand an explanation, but her face grew more and more ashen, her breathing shallow and uneven. Terrified, I immediately called an ambulance.

At the hospital, the truth slowly came to light. She had tried to have an abortion on her own instead of going to a medical facility, having taken some unknown pills she’d been told would end the pregnancy. Thankfully, because she was rushed to the hospital in time, the baby was not harmed.

Later, after she stabilized, she finally told me the whole story.

She had wanted to have a child with my husband so that she would have someone to rely on in life, someone who would provide for her financially. She had believed that having his child would secure her future. But she never imagined that he would suddenly pass away. Devastated and mentally overwhelmed, she spiraled into despair and decided she couldn’t go through with the pregnancy.

My heart shattered into pieces.

I never could have imagined that the man I had loved and trusted for so many years—the man I believed to be a devoted, exemplary husband—had been secretly betraying me behind my back.

Yet no matter how much resentment and anger I felt toward my husband, I couldn’t bring myself to let her abort the baby. The child was innocent. It carried my husband’s blood—his last trace left behind in this world.

But she didn’t want to give birth to a child who would grow up without a father.

Now, I’m lost.

What should I do to make her change her mind?