After proposing divorce to my wife Emily Carter 99 times, she finally agreed because my first love Jessica Miller had ended her marriage and returned to the United States. Jessica looked beautiful on social media, dressed in designer brands from head to toe, even more attractive than during our school days. Meanwhile, my wife always had messy hair, with wrinkles making her look old and haggard. I gathered the courage to invite Jessica to dinner. We talked about everything from Shakespeare to our life aspirations, and her cheerful, confident personality completely captivated me. I became increasingly convinced that she was my true soulmate. To facilitate a smooth divorce, I stopped giving Emily living expenses. When my son Lucas Johnson was hospitalized with a high fever, I was partying with Jessica at a nightclub and even posted intimate photos of us on Instagram. The next day, Emily handed me divorce papers. She had only one condition: “I’ll take Lucas, and we’ll split our joint assets equally. I hope you won’t regret this later.” Thinking about my imminent freedom, I immediately agreed: “No problem, I promise!” ***** At the coffee shop, I sat with Jessica. Watching Emily sign the final document, I felt unprecedented excitement. Jessica excitedly hugged my arm and gave me a passionate kiss. “Michael, this is wonderful, we can finally be together.” Other customers in the shop were drawn to us. I suddenly felt a bit guilty and instinctively looked toward Emily. She remained unusually calm. She pushed the documents toward me and said, “If there are any issues, we can discuss them later.” I didn’t respond immediately, trying to appear dominant. “No problem. Are you sure about this property division? I bought the house and car, so they should be mine. I can give you half of the money in our joint account. If you’re not satisfied, we can renegotiate.” After all, we had been married, and I didn’t want her to struggle too much. Emily looked at me with dull eyes. “Wasn’t the money in our account already transferred by you, leaving only eight thousand dollars?” I was speechless, wondering how she knew about this. I said, “Then it’s settled. You have no income and can’t support a child. If Lucas lives with me, at least I can give him a complete family!” Emily finally showed some emotion, firmly stating: “Not possible.” I said, “Lucas is my son!” Emily looked at me, displaying her first cold smile of the day. “Where were you when he needed you?” I suddenly remembered the day Lucas was hospitalized, when Emily called me repeatedly and I ignored all her calls. Despite feeling guilty, I argued stubbornly: “I work so hard for both of you. Emily, don’t be ungrateful!” Emily silently looked at me for a moment, then picked up her thermos. “I can compromise on everything else, but I will never give up Lucas.” With that, she turned and left. Jessica nudged me as I sat deep in thought, saying, “If you can’t get custody, will your parents agree?” I said, “No matter what, I must get Lucas back.” That afternoon, I took Jessica to the hospital to see Lucas. Lucas, who once loved me, now curled up in Emily’s arms, refusing to look at me. They both treated me coldly, like a stranger. I was convinced Emily had poisoned Lucas’s mind against me. Furious, I was about to confront Emily when Jessica held me back, calming me down. She gave Emily a sweet smile. “Emily, I understand how you feel, but you shouldn’t teach Lucas to hate his father. My parents divorced too, and I know the pain of growing up without a father’s love. Lucas is still so young…” Jessica’s voice broke with emotion. I felt heartbroken for her. Emily asked expressionlessly, “So what?” I shouted, “Emily! You’re so cruel!” Emily seemed to have tears in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Looking at my hand on Jessica’s shoulder, she said coldly, “The doctor says Lucas needs rest. You should leave.” I frowned, unwilling to compromise, but when the nurse came to change Lucas’s dressing, Emily directly asked her to escort us out. Furious, I thought, “If Lucas continues living with Emily, he’ll eventually stop recognizing me. I’m Lucas’s legal guardian and have the right to take him.” I carried the sleeping Lucas back home. When Lucas woke up and found Emily wasn’t there, he cried uncontrollably. His crying gave me a headache, and I worried the neighbors might call the police. Jessica took out a pill and gave it to Lucas, saying, “I studied pharmacy. This will help him sleep. Don’t worry, it’s completely safe.” I trusted Jessica completely and just wanted Lucas to quiet down. Soon he fell asleep. Jessica suddenly straddled my lap and touched my chest. She whispered in my ear, “Isn’t it more exciting with your son nearby?”
I excitedly grabbed her hand and said, “What do you think?” Jessica chuckled softly and kissed me. Knowing Lucas was in the next room made me respond to her with even more excitement. Just as we were about to continue, there was a sudden knock at the door. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck, dissatisfied. “Ignore it. Keep going.” I was in high spirits and didn’t want to stop, but the knocking grew louder. My excitement instantly vanished. I irritably ran my fingers through my hair and got up to open the door. “Who is it?” Seeing Emily’s icy stare, I instinctively buttoned my shirt all the way up. I couldn’t forget the last time she saw the hickeys on my body and left me covered in scratches. But this time Emily just coldly demanded, “Where have you hidden Lucas? Is he in there?” She tried to push her way inside. I absolutely couldn’t let her take the child. I blocked her, and Emily accidentally bumped into my chest, then immediately stepped back two paces, her expression disgusted. I frowned. “Stop pretending. We’ve been married for so long, quit acting so high and mighty.” Emily looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before and said, “Because you disgust me.” I was furious. She used to love me so much, and now she was denying it. “Emily, you failed to watch Lucas properly, yet you come here causing trouble. If you don’t want a divorce, just say so. I can arrange my schedule—one day with you, one day with Jessica…” Emily slapped me across the face. “Shameless!” She was trembling all over, clearly furious. She shoved me aside and stormed into the apartment, searching each room for Lucas, ultimately finding nothing. Emily noticed Jessica’s mocking gaze as she lay on the bed. Jessica asked, “Emily, don’t tell me you’re having regrets?” Emily’s face darkened. “Unlike you, I don’t like scumbags.” Jessica was clearly displeased. Having failed to find Lucas, Emily turned to leave. I stopped her and said, “I know where Lucas is.” Emily paused mid-step. She had been searching for Lucas all night. His smartwatch had been removed, and security cameras hadn’t captured who had taken him. She obviously didn’t believe me. I directly took out my phone and showed her a photo I had prepared, saying, “I took this when I was leaving the hospital.” In the photo, a man in black clothes was carrying a child in hospital clothes. The child’s face was obscured, but seeing the boy’s sneakers, Emily’s expression instantly changed. “Lucas!” She reached out to grab my phone, but I dodged her. I said, “You interrupted my date with Jessica, and you slapped me. It’s not too much to ask for some compensation, right? Go buy me some condoms, the more the better. You know my size best.” Emily clenched her fists and agreed for Lucas’s sake. “Fine.” She turned and went downstairs. Watching her swallow her pride, I smirked and closed the door. I asked Jessica where she’d hidden the child, and she pointed outside the window. The sleeping Lucas had been placed on the air conditioner unit outside, secured with just a rope. I frowned and moved to bring him back in. Jessica stopped me, saying, “Isn’t Emily coming back anyway?” I paused. Indeed, I had prepared the fake photo anticipating Emily would come looking. To buy time to send Lucas to my parents’ house, I had no choice but to leave Lucas where he was. Emily returned quickly, throwing a bag of condoms at me. “Enough?” I chuckled. “Enough.” I sent her the photo, pretending to care: “Let me know when you find Lucas.” Though I said this, I knew she would never find Lucas. Emily ignored me and turned to enter the elevator. Watching her anxious expression, I suddenly felt I might have gone too far.
When I brought Lucas back, he had developed a high fever again. It was windy and cold outside, with the temperature feeling below 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Lucas was only wearing thin hospital clothes. After all, he is my own biological son, so I looked at Jessica somewhat reproachfully. Jessica said defensively, “I did all this for you.” I quickly went over to hug her and apologized, “I’m sorry, I have a bad temper.” Jessica was still upset. I sighed inwardly, pulled her tightly into my arms, and kissed her. She forgave me quickly. When I let go of her to get a condom, I found myself looking directly into Lucas’s clear eyes. I was startled. Having sex while Lucas was asleep was completely different from when he was awake. Looking at those eyes that resembled Emily’s so much, I lost all interest. “What’s wrong?” Jessica asked me. I straightened my wrinkled shirt and walked over to ask Lucas, “Lucas, how are you feeling now?” Lucas refused to talk to me. Remembering what he had just witnessed, I felt a bit guilty. I tried to speak gently, “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? I can make your favorite spaghetti, okay?” Lucas finally spoke, “No! I want to see my mom!” I angrily said, “She doesn’t want you anymore!” Lucas burst into tears, punching and kicking at me. “You’re lying! My mom would never abandon me! She’s not like you!” Jessica helped me hold down the flailing Lucas and tried to reason with him, “Lucas, you can’t hit your father.” She was kicked hard by Lucas and fell to the ground. Clutching her stomach, she said, “That hurts…” I hurriedly helped Jessica up, then slapped Lucas across the face. “You little brat! Who gave you permission to hit people? She’s going to be your mother now!” This was the first time I had behaved so rudely in front of Lucas. Previously, I didn’t have much time to take care of him; Emily was always the one looking after him at home. Whenever Lucas and I met, he always seemed very well-behaved, completely different from how he was acting now. But one Christmas, Emily’s personality changed dramatically, and Lucas seemed to change along with her. This made me even more convinced that divorce was the right decision. If Jessica hadn’t come into my life, I might never have discovered Emily’s flaws. I realized that all of Emily’s apparent virtues and thoughtfulness had been nothing but a facade. Lucas stopped crying and just glared at me. Seeing Jessica in pain yet still trying to calm me down made me even angrier. I locked Lucas in the backyard, saying, “Stay outside and think about what you’ve done!” I apologized to Jessica, “I’m sorry, Emily didn’t raise him properly.” Jessica shook her head. “It’s okay.” I felt even more sorry for her and took Jessica out for a hot springs vacation. We didn’t return home until the following evening. I opened the backyard door. I hadn’t expected that Lucas, as young as he was, had inherited my remarkable endurance. He was huddled in a corner, looking at me defiantly. Seeing his reddened eyes, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and carried him back to his room. Lucas was no longer crying and throwing tantrums like yesterday. I opened the takeout cream of mushroom soup for him to drink. He frowned and refused to eat. I thought he was deliberately defying me. “I’m warning you, Lucas Johnson, don’t act like your mother and throw tantrums with me!” He still wouldn’t drink the soup. Furious, I forced the soup into his mouth, making him drink every last drop. Shortly after, his face turned purple, as if he couldn’t breathe. I said, “What are you pretending now?” Lucas didn’t answer but collapsed on the floor. Only then did I realize something was wrong and shouted, “Jessica, come help me. Something’s wrong with Lucas!” At the hospital, Lucas’s condition was serious, almost critical. The doctor scolded me, “You ignored Lucas’s high fever and gave him something he’s allergic to. Are you trying to kill your son?” I stood there in shock. Behind me, I heard hurried footsteps. Someone slapped me hard across the face. Emily looked haggard and glared at me furiously. “Michael Johnson, you’re a monster!” After receiving the photos I provided, Emily searched tirelessly for Lucas for an entire day with no results. She happened to spot a dashcam in a private car at the hospital parking lot. The video showed Jessica carrying Lucas into a car. Only then did Emily realize I had tricked her. Just as she was furiously heading to my house, the doctor, suspecting child abuse, contacted Emily based on medical records. Upon receiving the message, Emily rushed to the hospital immediately. Faced with Emily’s fury, I still denied everything. The truth was that I had left Lucas with a high fever locked in the backyard all night, and I had forced him to drink cream of mushroom soup, which he was allergic to. I apologized, saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of him this time.” “What?” Emily laughed bitterly. “You’ve never taken care of him. “When he was born with neonatal jaundice and admitted to the ICU, you didn’t even come to the hospital. You claimed you were on a business trip, but you were actually comforting Jessica who had just gotten divorced! “That Christmas when Lucas was three, I was sick, and you took him out. I had clearly told you about his allergies, but you let him eat everything he was allergic to! He almost died that time, and you blamed it on his weak constitution! “The last time he was hospitalized with a high fever, I called you so many times, but you were busy posting bedroom photos with Jessica on Instagram! “This time you hid Lucas and caused him to end up in the ER again. “Michael Johnson, you’re despicable!” Emily’s words pierced my heart. She had never mentioned these things to me before. She always used to say, “We’re fine. Don’t worry about us.” She even pushed me away when I offered to help, saying, “Just focus on your work. I’ll handle everything.” But after meeting Jessica, I forgot all of that. That’s when Emily started becoming hysterical. “I…” I was speechless. Emily pointed at the hospital entrance and said, “You’ve already signed the divorce papers. From now on, please stay away from Lucas and me!” Her resolute tone made my heart race with anxiety. But when I stepped forward, she warned me off with just a look. Jessica took my hand and said, “Michael, let’s go.” On one side was the woman who loved me deeply, on the other was the woman I had failed. I thought, “I’ve already wronged Emily; I can’t hurt Jessica too.” I squeezed Jessica’s hand and said to Emily, “Okay.” Emily ignored me, anxiously staring at the emergency room doors. After returning home with Jessica, she kept comforting me, saying it wasn’t my fault, but the image of Lucas near death kept me awake at night. In just two weeks, I lost sixteen pounds. The day the divorce was finalized, Emily left immediately after handling the paperwork, without even glancing at me. I thought she would have calmed down by now, but I didn’t expect her to hold such a grudge. I had visited Lucas during these days. Out of guilt, I gave her more assets than required. Angry, I went straight home. Jessica shared good news with me: “I’m pregnant! We’re going to have our own baby!” I was overjoyed, pushing thoughts of Lucas aside as I began to anticipate this new life. After becoming pregnant, Jessica became even more demanding, often shopping to relieve stress. I was understanding and let her spend freely. But soon, she had depleted most of my savings. She went on another trip to Iceland, saying she wanted to travel more before entering her third trimester. I was displeased but didn’t stop her, after all, she was carrying my child. But I remembered that Emily never behaved this way during her pregnancy, and I felt somewhat disappointed. Two months of eating junk food landed me in the hospital with acute gastroenteritis. I lay in my hospital bed with no one to care for me. Seeing the patient next to me being cared for by his wife, I felt envious. I thought, “If Emily were by my side, I would be that happy too.” Unconsciously, I dialed her number. But a man answered the phone. “Emily just fell asleep. You can tell me if there’s anything you need.”
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