Javon’s voice paused for several seconds before he spoke.
“Use anesthesia to paralyze her lower body.”
“Mr. Davis, isn’t that unnecessary? Isn’t it far too cruel?”
“Do as I said!”
I had always known Javon to be wary and suspicious, yet I never expected that simply because he saw me awake earlier, he would become this ruthless.
My child, my right to be a mother, and now even the chance to walk, he wanted to take it all away.
Javon, must you tear out my heart like this?
In despair, I screamed, struggling to rise, only to sink deeper into the darkness of unconsciousness.
When the haze of anesthesia lifted, I vaguely heard the doctor’s voice. “Mr. Davis, her uterus has been removed. Also, she will never stand again.”
Overcome with delight, Javon repeated twice, “Good! Good!”
When I fully woke, his tears dripped onto my hand, his grief appearing heartbreakingly real.
“Addison, the doctor said your uterus had rotted, you will never be able to bear children again.”
I ignored his words, desperately trying to move my legs.
But there was no sensation at all.
I broke down, sobbing until I could scarcely breathe, my body trembling as I demanded, “Javon, what did you do to my legs?”