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The evidence was irrefutable. I had prepared for this moment with meticulous care, ensuring that every accusation she could throw at me would crumble under the weight of the truth.
Jessica’s face turned pale as the damning evidence played out for everyone to see. “She’s… she’s lying!” she shrieked, her voice rising in desperation. “You must have fabricated it! Every bit of it!”
But her words lacked conviction and the crowd began to shift uncomfortably. The tide of public opinion turned as murmurs of doubt spread.
“Could she really have set the doctor up?” someone whispered.
“The evidence is pretty clear,” another replied.
Jessica stared at me in disbelief, her lips trembling. “You… how could you have prepared all this beforehand?” I didn’t answer her question. I didn’t need to.
Her panic spread to Isaac, who had been lingering at the edge of the scene. Seeing the crowd’s support slip away, he tried to slip away unnoticed. But Jessica grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his sleeve.
“Isaac, what do we do now?” she hissed, her voice trembling.
Isaac shrugged her off, his face twisted with annoyance. But before he could respond, the dispersing crowd jostled Jessica and she stumbled backward. A sharp cry tore from her lips as she collapsed to the floor, clutching her abdomen.
Gasps rippled through the room as blood began pooling beneath her.
“Help me!” Jessica wailed, her face contorted with pain. “Isaac, call a doctor! My stomach hurts so much!”
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I didn’t need to examine her to know the cause. She hadn’t allowed her body to properly heal after the abortion. and now she was hemorrhaging.
Isaac’s mask of righteousness crumbled as panic took over. He dropped to his knees beside her, shouting incoherently for help. Security guards called for a stretcher as hospital staff rushed to stabilize Jessica.
I turned on my heel and began walking away. The cold air from the hospital entrance hit my face, clearing the lingering tension from my mind. But before I could step outside, Isaac’s voice rang out behind me.
“Lola, wait!”
I turned slowly, my patience already wearing thin.
“You can’t leave!” Isaac yelled, desperation etched across his face. “Jessica’s hemorrhaging! You know she has a rare blood type!”
He took a step closer, his voice breaking. “The blood bank doesn’t have any matching supply right now–you have to donate your blood to save her!”
I stared at him, incredulous. “Are you seriously demanding that I donate blood to your mistress?” I asked, my voice dripping with disdain, “Have you completely lost your mind?“”
He reached for my arm, but I jerked away.
“Let go of me!” I snapped. “We’re over, Isaac. Once we finalize our divorce tomorrow, we’ll have nothing to do with each other!”
Isaac froze, his face contorting with disbelief.
thing we’ve hans.
“But Jessica… she’s dying,” he stammered. “Please, Lola. For
through, can’t you help her?” My anger boiled over I swung my hand and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the now–empty lobby.
“You vile, disgusting creature!” I hissed. “You think I’m blind? I know about your affair with Jessica. All the lies, the deceit, the filth! And now you have the audacity to beg me for help?”
Isaac stumbled back, clutching his cheek. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained fixed on me.
“Lola, I made a mistake,” he said, his voice cracking. “I never should’ve gotten involved with her… but Jessica is in critical condition. Please, I’m begging you!”
I stepped closer, pressing the heel of my shoe into his hand until he cried out in “No,” I said coldly. “You brought this on yourselves.”
pain.
Without another glance, I strode out of the hospital, got into my car and drove off. In the rearview mirror, I saw Isaac running after me, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he disappeared from sight.
As I pulled into the hotel parking lot, my phone buzzed with notifications. I leaned back in the driver’s seat, my eyes narrowing. I wasn’t done yet–I would keep an eye on the hospital and ensure that they had no chance to strike back
06
Jessica lay motionless on the hospital bed, her face pale as the sheet covering her. The stark white walls or me room amplified the sterile chill in the air, but she looked cold in a way that no blanket could fix. The doctors bustled around her, adjusting IV lines and monitoring her vitals.
She had lost too much blood and the search for a compatible donor had stretched for agonizing hours. By the time the matching blood supply arrived, she was barely clinging to life. Her breathing was shallow, her once–vibrant features reduced to a ghostly shadow.
Though she had survived, the damage was irreversible. The severe blood loss, coupled with the complications from the abortion, had devastated her uterus. The finality of it was undeniable–Jessica would never conceive again. Even simple tasks like sitting up or walking would now be fraught with pain and struggle.
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reatures reduced to a ghostly shadow
Though she had survived, the damage was irreversible. The severe blood loss, coupled with the complications. from the abortion, had devastated her uterus. The finality of it was undeniable–Jessica would never conceive again. Even simple tasks like sitting up or walking would now be fraught with pain and struggle
I watched the scene unfold from a distance, my expression unreadable. They had schemed to destroy me, but in e end, they had destroyed themselves.
Later that evening, as I sat in my hotel room, I unlocked my phone and accessed my accounts. With a few taps, I severed the financial support I had been giving Jessica. It was long overdue.
Then, I made another call–to my father. His voice carried its usual calm authority as he answered. I informed him about my decision to finalize the divorce with Isaac. There was no hesitation on his part, only firm support for my choice.
Barely minutes after I sent the notifications, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Isaac. His name flashed on the screen, but it was the frantic tone in his voice that struck me as I answered.
“Lola, what are you doing? Why did you cut off support for Jessica? You know her family is struggling! She needs money for her graduate school tuition and medical bills–how could you just cut her off like this?”
I leaned back in my chair, allowing a trace of amusement to creep into my voice. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s my money, Isaac. I’ll spend it however I want. And in case you’ve forgotten, we’re no longer husband and wife. What gives you the right to demand anything from me?”
The silence on the other end was telling, but I didn’t stop there
“Besides,” I added, my voice sharp, “I’m beginning to suspect that all this financial aid was just a scam. Didn’t you know? The hospital’s vice director let it slip that he and Jessica’s father are old friends.”
The silence stretched longer this time. The lies he had spun to manipulate me into performing the surgery–now, I was returning them to him in full.
I thought back to Jessica’s background–a poor rural family where sons were favored over daughters. Her father. was an alcoholic; her mother was abusive. And then there was her gambling–addicted older brother.
I had pitied her, foolishly believing that I was helping her escape a miserable life. For ten years, I had supported her financially, ensuring she had everything she needed to thrive.