My Useless Scumbag HusbandChapter 1: Something Urgent
I was burning with fever when Andrew called, asking me to pick up Matthew from the train station. "Something urgent came up," he says.
Something urgent? My heart pounded, part fear, part anger. What could be more urgent than our son?
But I didn't argue. I'm already so used to it, so... what for? No choice, I hurried to the station.
When I got there, my fevered brain raced with worries. There were flashing lights of police cars and ambulances near the station, so how could I not panic?
Heart pounding, I searched for my son until I saw him, lying so still on the ground.
"Matthew!" I screamed, clutching his bloody body.
My poor baby, gone in a heartbeat.
Just then, my phone buzzed. Claire, Andrew's first love, posted a picture of them, smiling— happy.
How dare they?
Shaking, I screencapped it and sent it to my shameless husband. [Is this why you left Matthew by himself?]
I messaged, but the jerk didn't reply. Jackass!
Days passed, and I had Matthew's body cremated.
I held his burial alone. Why? Because my stupid husband was still probably in his mistress' bed.