‘Yeah. How did we go from childhood sweethearts to this?’
He was the one who, at his coming-of-age celebration, blushed and told me he’d love me forever.
He swore, if he ever betrayed me, he’d suffer a thousand cuts and die a painful death.
And now?
He was doing exactly that to me—slashing me apart, piece by piece, for another woman.
“Please… Mom,” I whispered, every syllable scraped from the bottom of my throat.
Hearing the desperation in my voice, she finally nodded, firm with resolve.
“Alright, honey, alright. When you two got married, I made him sign a divorce agreement. I had it drawn up just in case this day ever came.”
She stood abruptly.
“I’ll go get it right now and push it through immediately. First thing tomorrow, I’ll make an official announcement. You’ll be my only heir.”
Her voice hardened.
“And as for that ungrateful son of mine… I won’t acknowledge him anymore!”
She turned and left in a hurry to take care of everything.
I lay there alone, curled on the hospital bed as the waves of pain crashed through me, harder and sharper each time. I couldn’t stop screaming.