Chapter 8
They all murmured among themselves, “Is this Miss McGee’s husband? She came to the hospital alone that day, and the whole bed was soaked in blood. Now, the man
who wasn’t even there is here for a
prenatal check–up… isn’t that just ridiculous?”
“I heard there was hope for the child to be ‘ saved, but the best opportunity was missed. because he was too busy with his mistress and ignored the phone call.”
“This man has the audacity to ask about a child… Is he so deluded that he can’t accept reality?”
Each word hit Dwayne like a dagger. His face turned darker, and his eyes were filled with fury.
“You killed my child on purpose, Tricia. It’s all your fault!”
He lunged at me, but several medical staff
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members quickly intervened, holding him back.
I stood there, numb, staring at him. The man I once loved had become this person. I felt no sorrow, only disgust.
Finally, I spoke, the question I had been carrying for so long spilling out, “If you had believed me and taken me to the hospital… nothing would have happened to our child.”
“Dwayne, you never trusted me. You only believed in yourself. You’re not worthy of being the father of this child!”
“No way… nothing can happen to the child. You must have lied to me!” Dwayne was held up by several people, his eyes growing unfocused as he stared at me with a look of
disbelief.
I thought he would shout at me, but he didn’t. Instead, his expression softened into a pleading one, and he said, “How about we go to another hospital for another
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checkup… The child loves us so much, she can’t leave easily… I only have this child.”
I shook my head, turning down his request. The child was important to him, but so was she to me. But in the end, when Dwayne lost his child, he also lost me.
Without a word, I turned away from Dwayne and walked out of the hospital.
By now, I knew the news about Dwayne’s medical situation was probably circulating on every major platform. I had already contacted a reporter before entering the hospital, ensuring that the story would be covered in real–time.
I pulled out my phone and clicked into a live broadcast room. On–screen, Dwayne was nearly roaring, his fury palpable. He was interrogating me, questioning the doctor, and lamenting God‘ s unfairness- never once blaming himself.
The comments from netizens were harsh
and accusatory:
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“Men who are irresponsible are the worst. They never admit their mistakes, always blaming others!”
“I feel sorry for the doctors at this hospital. They’re part of the best obstetrics and gynecology department in the city.”
“The man in the video looks familiar. I
think I saw him in the obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital a few days ago. He was with another woman‘ at the time… Wait, I saw a man bringing his mistress in for a prenatal check–up?”
“This kind of heartless man is bound for
the eighteenth level of hell when he dies.”
This is Dwayne’s true nature. From beginning to end, he only loves himself.
I scoffed, then packaged these videos and sent them off to my divorce lawyer.
The lawyer responded almost immediately, confirming that the evidence was more than enough to force a divorce from
Dwayne.
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Dwayne called me multiple times, but I ignored every single one of them. I had one more important task ahead of me.
When I arrived at Annie’s new house, she
was on the phone with Dwayne. I could hear her voice rising with worry:
“Now that your video is all over the internet, Tricia will definitely retaliate when you get home. Why don’t you come here and stay with me for a while?”
“How could it be possible that the video became so popular as soon as it was
released? It must be that shameless
Tricia‘ s fault!”
