He nodded, “So what?”
I looked at him, “Then let’s settle this clearly.”
I stormed out and called the police, posting the hospital report and the video of Jason hitting me online. I explained everything. I also posted the two amniotic fluid test reports on social media.
I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer. I flung the door open and stepped out. Facing Jason Lee directly, he still insisted that I had been unfaithful. After glancing at Samantha Hill, I turned to Jason and asked, “Jason, have you used every trick in the book against me?”
He nodded, “So what?”
I looked at him and said, “Then let’s make everything clear.”
After storming out, I called the police and posted the video of Jason Lee assaulting me, along with the hospital report, online. I laid out the entire story. I also shared the two amniotic fluid test reports on social media and even included the recording of Jason and Samantha plotting to leave me with nothing. This caused a massive uproar, something I hadn’t anticipated.
By the next morning, the video had garnered millions of likes, and the comments were endless. Many experienced lawyers reached out with advice, each more practical than the last. Some even informed me that Jason Lee had been fired over the incident. Samantha was treated like a pariah. When Jason saw the reports, he was nearly driven mad. The child he valued in Samantha’s womb wasn’t his, but mine was. The child he disparaged was the one he had longed for.
He kept calling me and trying to find me at the hospital. I refused to meet him. I even sent him a bag of the medical waste from the termination of both pregnancies via express delivery.
Samantha pushed away the anesthesiologist who was assisting her.
Jason Lee lost his composure. He came to the hospital, knelt before me, and repeatedly bowed his head to the ground, admitting his mistakes. “Honey, I know I was wrong. Can we reconcile? I have no contact with Samantha anymore. A woman like her doesn’t deserve to have my child. If you rest well, we can try again, alright?”
I handed him the ultrasound reports of the children. “They were both healthy during the checkup. On the day you brutally ended their lives, they were still alive and well.”
After I spoke, Jason Lee was completely shattered. “Jason, you killed your own children. You have to take responsibility. I’ve already filed an appeal. Whether or not we divorce doesn’t matter, but you can’t escape the responsibility for the children.”
Jason disappeared that day. Seeing his signature on the divorce agreement and the messages he sent me, I guessed what he was planning. I just wasn’t interested. His promise of an explanation seemed absurd.
The lawyer filed a lawsuit. Just before the court session during the mediation phase, news broke that Jason Lee and Samantha Hill had both fallen to their deaths. It was said Jason confronted Samantha, leading to their tragic fall.
Jason had an unsent message on his phone when he died. “Honey, can we not divorce?”
Looking at his memorial photo, I calmly said, “No.”
After Jason Lee was gone, I sold our marital home and bought a large house near the hospital. I adopted many cats and dogs. Life without him seemed more peaceful. Chris Johnson returned from abroad and even brought me gifts. His new fiancée was foreign, and we got along well, even traveling abroad together for a while.
Everything seemed to clear up. But sometimes, thinking of the two children still brought a sense of regret. Perhaps they knew their father was unreliable, so they didn’t come. Thinking about this, I smiled lightly, looking at the fireworks outside, hopeful for meeting good people in the future…
(The End)
