Not far away, he was cradling Mandy in his arms, carefully helping her into the car.
He didn’t look back.
Not even once.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed what was happening to me.
Or maybe… he had, and he just didn’t care.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I lay on the cold ground, humiliated, abandoned.
At that moment, whatever was left of my love for him him—disappeared completely.
I didn’t know how long I lay there, but eventually, the reporters, satisfied with their footage, dispersed.
Alone, trembling, I dragged myself to the hospital, leaning against the wall for support.
As soon as I stepped inside, I ran straight into Mandy.
She looked at me with a smirk of satisfaction.
"Marie, five years have passed, and yet you're still the same pathetic loser."
Her voice dripped with mockery.
"Tell me, how does it feel? To be sold out by your own husband? To be thrown at the wolves?"
Her eyes gleamed with malice.
"You really are just like your mother—a weak, useless fool who couldn’t even keep a man."
She paused for effect before delivering the final blow.
"Oh, and not only could you not keep a man, you couldn’t even keep your own baby."
With that, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small specimen jar.