My name was Emilia Clarke. My husband, Logan Palmer’s mother, Diana Palmer, had a car accident and was in the emergency room. Logan was a lawyer. I called him over twenty times before he finally picked up. “What are you doing now? Rebecca has a situation, and I’m helping her. Stop making a fuss,” he snapped. Swallowing my hurt, I told him about the accident and asked him to transfer 100 thousand dollars. Instead of concern, I was met with anger. “Her accident has nothing to do with me. Don’t think you can wring money out of me. I’m busy!” Before I could respond, he hung up, and soon after, I received the devastating news—Diana didn’t make it. Three days later, I sat in the courtroom, my heart heavy as I watched my husband, the lawyer, passionately defend his first love, Rebecca West, who was charged with drunk driving. With his silver tongue, he argued for her innocence, claiming there wasn’t enough evidence to convict her. I felt utterly defeated. Once the trial ended, I approached Logan and demanded a divorce. He panicked. “My mom treated you so well! If you leave, she’ll be heartbroken!” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly as I tossed the hospital bill and death certificate at him. I mused, “What a fool. He doesn’t even realize he’s lost his mother.” ***** When I received a call from the hospital, I was in shock. Just hours after Diana had come to my house to drop off Logan’s favorite food, she had been in a fatal accident. I rushed to the hospital, frantically calling Logan along the way. He was a busy lawyer, so it wasn’t unusual for him to ignore my calls, but this time was different. His mother was fighting for her life! After another failed attempt to reach him, I stormed into the emergency room, breathless, as I asked the nurse, “How is she?” The nurse sighed, “The patient is still in surgery, but the situation doesn’t look good. Please prepare yourself.” Panic surged through me, and I called Logan again. This time, he finally answered, but his tone was impatient. “Emilia, what’s with all the calls? Do you know how busy I am?” Before I could speak, a soft, frightened voice came through the line. “Logan, please don’t go. I’m really scared.” Logan rushed to reassure her. “It’s okay, I’m here. Those bad people won’t get to you.” He hadn’t spoken to me like that in ages. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head. My throat went dry. “What exactly are you busy with?” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Even without seeing his face, I could sense his irritation. “Rebecca has a problem; someone’s trying to scam her. She was alone and scared, so she asked me for help. Can you please stop making a scene?” Again, it was Rebecca. In the month since her return, I had lost count of how many times I’d heard her name from Logan. Whether it was a plumbing issue at her house or her being followed by someone, he was always rushing to her aid. In Logan’s eyes, Rebecca was this delicate flower who never wanted to burden anyone. But to me, she seemed like a giant toddler, constantly invading my life. Almost all of Logan’s free time was spent on her. This was a recurring argument between us, one I had grown tired of. From the very beginning, Logan had promised me he wouldn’t be in contact with Rebecca, but as time went on, his patience wore thin. During our last argument, he had even said, “She’s in the past; stop overthinking everything. “If Rebecca and I had anything going on, would I even be marrying you?” The bitterness stung in my heart as I thought about his words. Now, as I prepared to tell him about Diana’s situation, I suddenly heard a dial tone. Logan had hung up on me! I quickly redialed, desperation creeping in with every unanswered ring. My heart sank with each failure to reach him. After what felt like an eternity of trying, the call finally connected. I rushed to spill the news, terrified he might hang up again. “Your mom’s in a car accident and still in surgery! You need to get here fast! “And I don’t have enough in my account to cover the bills; can you transfer 100 thousand dollars?” But to my shock, it wasn’t Logan who answered. Instead, I heard Rebecca’s soft, almost fragile voice, and the words that followed sent a wave of rage coursing through me. “Emilia, I know you want Logan to come back right away, but he’s really needed here. “Once everything settles down, I’ll return him to you, okay? “As for the money… I’d advise against trying to deceive Logan. Just the other day, I heard your mom asking you for 100 thousand dollars to help your brother buy a house.” Logan’s voice erupted in the background, furious and unyielding, “Emilia, you’re unbelievable! Your brother is just a parasite! “Your mom’s accident has nothing to do with me. Even if she dies, don’t think you can squeeze money out of me to support your family. Just leave me alone!”
The call was abruptly disconnected again. I couldn’t believe Logan would take Rebecca’s words at face value, mistaking his mother’s accident for my mother’s and that accident for something I’d concocted to get money for my brother’s house. Clutching a thick stack of hospital bills, I looked at the nurse waiting by the door, my frustration boiling over. But when I tried to call him again, I found I had been blocked. Panic set in; I felt like a chicken with its head cut off, trying every possible way to reach him, but nothing worked. Logan claimed to be busy, yet he didn’t seem to mind wasting time when he blocked me. His mother was in the emergency room! And he believed Rebecca, who had no proof of anything! I bit my tongue, fighting the urge to break down in front of everyone in the hospital. Now wasn’t the time to confront Logan. Nothing mattered more than Diana’s life. I reached out to a few friends, piecing together enough to borrow the money I needed, and rushed downstairs to settle the bills. When I returned to the waiting area outside the operating room, my back was soaked with sweat. Clenching my fists, I stared at the glowing red light above the door, praying fervently that Diana would pull through. Diana had always treated me like her daughter, especially knowing my family favored my brother over me. Even after her divorce from Logan’s father, she raised him on her own without being overly possessive. Diana respected our privacy, living in her own place and visiting us every weekend, always bringing us delicious homemade meals. This time, she had come over because Logan mentioned he loved her cooking during our last call, and she had remembered. Diana had just delivered her dishes, and on her way back, tragedy struck. It was infuriating to think that our home was so close, just a quick turn away. I heard from a kind soul who had driven Diana to the hospital that the other driver was likely drunk and speeding, which sent Diana flying from her vehicle, blood everywhere. As I recalled the nurse’s earlier comments, an unsettling feeling gripped me. When the doctor finally emerged from the operating room, shaking his head and sighing, my heart dropped. “The surgery was a bit too late. We did everything we could. The patient is still conscious, but… you should go in and talk to her,” he said gently. That last thread of hope snapped, and I felt my legs give way beneath me. I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face, unable to hold back any longer. But I couldn’t afford to waste time. I stumbled back to my feet and made my way into the room. Diana was hooked up to a multitude of tubes and machines. Just hours earlier, she had been smiling at me, promising to bring me her homemade desserts next time. Now, she lay in the hospital bed, her skin a pale shade of blue. When Diana saw me, she managed to force a smile, though it was a struggle. “Emilia, you’re here? Where’s Logan?”
I didn’t know how to respond, my heart heavy with anger at Logan’s lack of trust. All I could manage was a weak smile. “Diana, Logan’s at work; he can’t get away right now.” Diana’s smile faded slightly, and I couldn’t tell if she believed me. She motioned for me to come closer. As I moved in, I noticed her eyes were red-rimmed, too. “Emilia, it’s Logan who’s at fault, and I know it. “Every time I visited your place lately, he was never home. How busy could he really be?” Her words flowed smoothly, and her face seemed to regain a bit of color. My heart tightened as I realized this was likely a fleeting moment of clarity before death, and it made me even sadder. Diana noticed my distress and reached out with her almost cold hand to wipe away my tears. “Once I’m gone, who’s going to keep that little brat Logan in line? “You’re a good girl, and you deserve to be happy. Don’t settle for less—divorce him. “It’s my fault; I never thought he’d turn out just like his father…” A single tear slipped down her cheek, and her hand fell limply to her side. I bit my lip, but the sobs broke free. “Diana!” The machines around her flatlined. I realized I would never again taste her delicious desserts. Later, as I went to Diana’s place to sort through her belongings, I stumbled upon a letter she had written for me. It was tucked away on her desk. I carefully opened it and discovered the truth—Logan’s biological father had cheated, too. Diana had endured a lifetime of heartache, and only when Logan began to mature did her life seem to brighten. She had always despised disloyalty in love, yet here she was, having devoted her life to raising her son, only to see him repeat the same mistakes. I helped Diana’s relatives organize her funeral. Perhaps it was the countless tears I had shed, but as I looked at her black-and-white photo, I found I could no longer cry. During the service, a relative asked why Logan wasn’t there. This time, I decided not to cover for him. “Logan’s busy dealing with his first love’s trouble,” I replied, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. Diana’s uncle, Vincent Palmer, was furious and immediately called Logan. “Logan, your mother is in trouble. Where the hell are you?” There was a long pause on the other end before Logan finally asked, “Uncle, is Emilia with you?” Vincent shot a glance at me and answered, “Yeah.” “Could you please hand the phone to her?” Logan requested his tone deceptively calm. Vincent hesitated but ultimately passed the phone to me. I furrowed my brow, curious to hear what he had to say. As soon as I said “Hello,” he unleashed his fury. “Emilia, have you no shame? Are you paying my uncle to play along with your little act? “Your mother’s dead, and I can’t believe you’d curse mine after all she did for you! What happened to you? You’re not fit to even touch Rebecca’s shoelaces! “If it weren’t for my mom’s wishes, I’d have divorced you in a heartbeat! Don’t bother calling me again; I’ve got serious things going on with Rebecca!” Before I could respond, he hung up. What Logan didn’t realize was that Vincent had switched on the speakerphone. His rant played out loud for everyone present, and relatives were left in shock at his words. Vincent nearly had a heart attack from the anger, repeatedly cursing Logan as a cold-hearted ingrate. To everyone else, Logan had always been the epitome of a good kid—handsome, smart, successful. But now, as his mother lay dead, he was acting like this. It was utterly heartless! As I listened to my relatives berate Logan, I remained silent, my eyes glued to Diana’s portrait at the front of the room. She wore a gentle smile. It was captured back when Logan and I had just gotten married, and I had taken the photo. I vividly remembered that day, how Diana had clasped our hands and earnestly told us to cherish each other. Diana looked at Logan and warned him that if Logan ever mistreated me, I should tell her, and she would make sure to set him straight. Back then, Logan had retorted, “Mom, why would I ever treat her badly?” Diana had hushed him playfully, saying, “Right now is one thing, but who knows what the future holds?” None of us imagined her words would come back to haunt us. Lost in thought, I barely noticed someone in the crowd suddenly ask, “Hasn’t that reckless driver shown up yet?” When I heard someone mention the driver responsible for the accident, I couldn’t help but scoff. This was the person who had taken Diana from us, and yet she hadn’t shown her face even once. I found out at the police station that she had been bailed out by a friend. As they left, they just said, “See you in court.” I was furious. When I got back, I contacted a lawyer friend and asked him to help me file a lawsuit. He was surprised and asked why I wasn’t asking Logan for help. After all, Logan was a top-notch lawyer in the field, and if he represented Diana, he could surely put that reckless driver behind bars. I forced a wry smile and didn’t tell him I couldn’t reach Logan, who didn’t even believe Diana was in an accident. I made up some excuses about Logan being busy with another case. But three days later, when we arrived at the courthouse, I was shocked to see Logan standing there with Rebecca. She looked terrified, practically glued to his side, and Logan didn’t push her away; instead, he was comforting her. Perhaps our stares were too obvious because they both looked up and froze when they saw me and my friend in our formal attire. “What are you doing here? This isn’t a place for you to mess around!” Logan frowned, annoyance flashing in his eyes. He must have thought I was there to confront him on purpose. I shot him a cold glance but simply pulled my friend toward the entrance of the courtroom. Seeing me make my way to the door, Logan suddenly rushed over to block my path. “Are you the plaintiff in the case against Rebecca?” Then, it clicked for him. “So, the car accident you mentioned was this one! Emilia, you can drop the lawsuit!” I glared at him, my anger boiling over. “What are you talking about? Drop the lawsuit? Are you out of your mind?” Logan seemed to hit a nerve, and a smug smile spread across his face. He said, “Come on, isn’t your mom just trying to pull a fast one? She’s been in poor health for a while, right? Trying to score a house for your brother? Too bad she picked Rebecca to mess with! “Rebecca has already hired me as her lawyer, so you can forget about your little plan!” In a flash, I slapped him hard, and his head snapped to the side. I could hardly contain the rage that was building inside me. I mused, “How could he believe Rebecca’s side without any investigation? How dare she suggest Diana was faking? Looking at the face of someone I once loved, I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. I roared, “Logan, when did I ever say the person in the accident was my mom? Have you ever visited your mom once during all this time?” He covered his face, a hint of panic creeping into his expression. Rebecca rushed over to shield him. “What’s wrong with you? How can you hit Logan? “Logan, don’t listen to her! She knows how much your mom means to you and is just trying to mess with your head. “Didn’t you tell me your mom usually only goes out on weekends? “That day was a weekday; it couldn’t have been her! After this is done, I’ll go with you to visit her.” Logan’s face softened for a moment, but when he turned to me, his eyes were ice cold. He said, “Emilia, your intentions are downright malicious! If it hadn’t been for Rebecca, I might have fallen for your tricks. “Last time, you and my uncle were in on it together, and now you’re cursing my mom? Just wait and see; your family’s little scheme won’t work!” He spat before walking away. But I barely heard him; my mind flooded with the image of Diana’s lifeless face covered by a white sheet. I couldn’t believe it—the driver who had killed Diana was Rebecca. I lost control and lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat. “Emilia, you’ve lost it!” Logan shouted, grabbing my arm and throwing me to the ground.
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