"As a wife, you were a gold-digger. Disloyal. Faithless. As a mother, you were heartless enough to kill your own child. As a human being, you're selfish, cold-blooded, fickle, and paranoid."
"The worst thing I ever did in my life was meet you."
His voice was a blade, each word carving into my heart.
"Sean, what happened back then..." I started, trying to explain.
But he had already picked up the medical report from the floor. A smile twisted across his face, uglier than tears.
"What, you're going to tell me it was because of your heart condition? Trying to play the victim so you can squeeze out some money?"
"You want to know what I think? This disease is karma. Karma for abandoning your husband and murdering your child."
"God sees everything."
Karma.
The word left his mouth, and suddenly I laughed. I laughed and laughed until tears streamed down my face.
Countless times coughing up blood. Countless nightmares. Countless cardiac arrests, hovering at death's door. All karma.
Every mouthful of blood. Every tear. Every searing, crushing pain in my chest. All the punishment I deserved.
Drowning in blood and tears, I finally understood. I nodded, smiling.
"Yes. This is my karma."