To steal money to treat the cat of my husband’s first love, Lauren Davis, my 7-year-old son, Charlie Sinclair, locked me on the balcony on a 109-degree Fahrenheit day. By the time my husband, Reginald Sinclair, and Charlie came back to let me out, I was already on the verge of death from the heat. Fortunately, I was rescued in time by a neighbor and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. After waking up from the brink of death, suppressing my anger, I wanted to hear Charlie’s explanation. But he said in a grievance, “Mom knew that cat was Lauren’s emotional support, yet you didn’t let me and Dad take the money from home to treat it. That’s why you almost died in the sun after just a short while.” Reginald chimed in, “In the future, you’d better listen to Charlie. Don’t be so petty. Only by doing more good deeds can you get good rewards.” The money they stole was the tuition fee I had saved for Charlie for a long time. I wouldn’t take care of Reginald and Charlie anymore and just let them keep subsidizing Lauren. The day before Reginald and Charlie came to pick me up, I left the hospital and completely cut off contact with them. ***** When I woke up in the hospital the next day, there was no one in the entire ward except me. It felt like I was abandoned by the whole world. Well, it was almost the same. After I had been rescued from the ICU yesterday, Reginald took Charlie and left. The money I had painstakingly saved for four years was squandered by Charlie just like that, all for the sake of saving Lauren’s hairless cat, which didn’t seem to have any serious problems at all. It was something that could have been easily fixed in a small hospital for just a few dozen dollars, but they had to steal my money and take it to the most expensive hospital for treatment. The nurse who pushed the door open asked me, “Do you need to hire a caregiver? Why haven’t your family members come yet?” I just nodded to her. During my two-day hospitalization, Reginald and Charlie only showed up once. But they kept blaming me for being exposed to the high-temperature sun on the balcony, saying it was all my fault. They even blamed me for not being a good-hearted person and not taking out the money to save Lauren’s emotional support. Reginald and Charlie were now busy taking care of Lauren’s cat. Just as I was thinking about this, my phone alerted me that Lauren had updated her Instagram. After all, I couldn’t resist and clicked in. In the video, the three of them were in the most expensive pet hospital in the city. Lauren stood aside, constantly handing tools to the man washing the cat in front of her. That was my husband, Reginald. And my son, Charlie, was feeding fruit slices to Lauren beside them. The three looked like a happy family of three. There was not a trace of disgust on Reginald’s face as he carefully washed Lauren’s cat. I had also raised a cat. That cat had accompanied me for seven years. When I got married to Reginald, I even brought it to our new house. Because Reginald couldn’t accept it, I specially bought a cage to keep it. But what did Reginald do? When I was three months pregnant and went out to buy groceries, he threw my cat off the 30th floor. He even said to me righteously, “You’re pregnant now. Keeping a pet isn’t good for our baby. You’re not a child anymore. Don’t be so willful. Besides, I hate cats.” How could he hate cats that much? He just hated me. Later I found out that the main reason Reginald threw my cat down was that Lauren was about to return to the country at that time, and Lauren was allergic to cat hair. For Lauren’s sake, under the pretext of the baby in my belly, he cruelly killed my cat. In the video, when Lauren lowered her head to eat the fruit slice Charlie handed her, the large metal sequin on her earring accidentally scratched Charlie’s hand. Blood gushed out instantly. For a moment, I somewhat expected what kind of reaction Lauren would show when facing the enraged Charlie. Could she still keep pretending? A year ago, Charlie had been being naughty and accidentally hit my earrings while playing on my body. He then forcefully yanked my earring off my ear, and my earlobe became inflamed and festered for a week. Charlie even demanded that I never wear any jewelry again. However, I was thinking too much after all. Instead of getting angry, Charlie comforted Lauren instead, “It’s okay. It’s just a small wound. It’ll heal soon.” He seemed to be afraid of making Lauren sad. The clerk who handed over a Band-Aid suddenly interrupted, “Good boy! You are so kind to your mom.” Charlie immediately changed his expression. “Lauren isn’t my mom.”
My heart skipped a beat at that moment. I wondered if Charlie would explain in front of outsiders. But then his next words sent my heart plummeting. Charlie said, “My mom isn’t as pretty as Lauren. All she does every day is cook and clean, looking all dirty and ugly. She’s just like a maid.” Reginald, who was still washing the cat, didn’t say a word in my defense. I suddenly laughed, feeling a sense of relief. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have expected any family affection from this cold-blooded pair, Reginald and Charlie. I wouldn’t care about them anymore. If Reginald and Charlie loved Lauren, let them. Three days later, when I was discharged from the hospital, I didn’t see a trace of Reginald or Charlie. Well, I hadn’t expected them to pick me up anyway. I asked if Reginald was available today, thinking that if he was, we could go to the Courthouse to get a divorce. Just as I finished packing my things and walked out of the hospital, Charlie called me. As soon as I answered, his sarcastic voice came through. “Lauren’s cat is doing much better now. It’s all your fault for not handing over the money earlier. Otherwise, it would have recovered from its illness long ago.” In his eyes, a sick cat was more important than me, his mother. I wasn’t going to argue with him but just asked, “Is your dad beside you? Didn’t I arrange to meet him today?” Immediately, Lauren’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Oops, Michelle, I’m so sorry. The three of us got back to my place late after bathing the cat yesterday. We slept in and didn’t have time to pick you up.” Reginald seemed to snatch the phone. “Why are you telling her all this? Michelle, you’re an adult. Can’t you come back by yourself?” I said calmly, “I was planning to ask you to go to the Courthouse to get a divorce.” “Can you stop being so unreasonable? I’m going to make DIY rings with Lauren and Charlie later. If you’re home, remember to iron my suit.” With that, he hung up the phone mercilessly. Well, that was great. While they were out, I packed all my stuff into two large suitcases. As I was leaving, I saw the suit that Reginald had asked me to iron on the living room sofa. I picked up a pair of scissors and cut it into pieces, just like my love for him. He had time to go make DIY rings with Lauren but no time to iron his suit. I looked at the cheap ring on my finger. It was ridiculous. I had once begged Reginald to make DIY couple rings with me. But he said it was useless and a waste of time. He just bought me a random one from a street vendor, and I’d been wearing it until now. What was even more ridiculous was that the store they went to was exactly the one I’d always wanted to go to. I saw the Instagram post from the store. In the video, the three of them were busily making rings. Lauren kept wiping the sweat off Reginald’s face and also made a new silver necklace for Charlie. Charlie immediately yanked off the gold necklace around his neck that I’d bought for him with my pre-marital savings. He said, “This gold one Michelle bought is so tacky. Who knows if it’s real or not? This one you made for me is much prettier, Lauren.” I’d been thinking that even though Reginald had taken all the money in the family to support Lauren, the gold necklace around Charlie’s neck could be sold to cover his tuition. But he just threw the gold necklace into the trash can. After putting on the silver necklace, he closed his eyes and made a pious wish, saying, “I hope Michelle gets out of our house soon and Lauren moves in early.” He was so impolite now that he even called me by my name. I pushed my suitcases out the door, thinking, “Well, as you wish, Charlie. I hope you’ll still be this happy when Lauren moves in.”
The taxi I took pulled up in front of my good friend Kayla Watson’s house. There was always a room in Kayla’s house reserved for me. She looked quite surprised when she saw me knocking on the door. “What’s wrong? Did you fight with Reginald?” I smiled at her and explained, “I’m planning to get a divorce. The paperwork isn’t done yet. I’m gonna ask him to do it tomorrow.” Kayla, all excited, pulled me into the house and started asking for details, “So, what about that brat Charlie? Is he gonna be with you or what?” “With his dad. He doesn’t need me that much,” I answered. Kayla said, “I told you so. Neither Reginald nor Charlie is any good, including that slut Lauren. You finally see it now.” I smiled bitterly, “Yeah, I should’ve listened to you and left earlier.” “It’s not too late now, though. I heard there’s an art exhibition in Parinuss. The organizer likes your works from eight years ago and wants you to paint a few more. Are you gonna fly to Parinuss next?” said Kayla. I nodded. “I talked to them yesterday. They said they’d cover the flight and accommodation. They’re gonna invite me to go to Franunn for further study and attend the exhibition in half a month.” Kayla was genuinely happy for me when she heard this. Seeing I wasn’t in a good mood, she didn’t keep talking to me and just let me sort things out in the room by myself. I dug out the paintbrushes and drawing paper that had been at the bottom of my suitcase. How many years had it been since I last touched these things? About eight years, probably. After I got married to Reginald, I never picked up a paintbrush again. And after having the baby, I was taking care of the kid every day. I quit my job and took care of everything around the house. I was really like a free nanny Charlie said I was. After I finished tidying up, I sent Reginald a text, asking him to meet me at the Courthouse entrance at nine in the morning. Everything would be wonderful and promising after tomorrow. The next day, I arrived at the Courthouse entrance ten minutes early. The weather in coastal cities could change in a flash. Just a few days ago, it was 109 degrees Fahrenheit. But today, it looked like a typhoon was coming. I waited until noon, and the Courthouse staff had already gone off work for lunch. But I still hadn’t seen Reginald. I sighed and decided to find a place to eat first. However, as I was passing by a store, I suddenly saw a billboard on the second floor swaying in the wind, about to fall. Right under the billboard, a little girl was squatting on the ground, playing with marbles. Before I could even think, I rushed over and shielded the little girl. I felt the billboard smash hard onto my forehead, and blood instantly blurred my vision. Thankfully, the little girl was okay. But I was pinned down by the heavy billboard and couldn’t move. My consciousness started to fade, and I vaguely heard Reginald’s voice. He said, “Lauren, Charlie, hurry up and get away from here and into the car. We shouldn’t have come out for fondue today. It’s so windy.” Lauren seemed to have seen me. “There’s someone over there who seems to have been hit by a billboard.” I could also faintly hear Charlie’s voice. He said, “Mom said there are a lot of people out there trying to extort money after an accident. We’d better not get involved. There are so many people around anyway.” Everything went black in front of me, and I passed out completely. On the other side, Reginald took Lauren and Charlie home safely. He looked through our chat history several times. Then, he stared at Charlie and asked, “Has your mom contacted you?” Charlie shook his head and said nervously, “Mom isn’t really mad this time, is she? Maybe we should go back.” Reginald said, “Your mom usually does whatever we ask. She was so obedient and meek. She must have listened to Kayla and is trying to force us to give in. Giving in once isn’t a big deal, but I’m afraid she’ll get spoiled and we won’t have our freedom anymore. “Even if your mom is heartless and ignores me, she won’t be able to bear leaving you. If you want your mom to admit she’s wrong, let me think about what illness we should make you fake…” Before he could finish, his phone rang. It was Kayla calling. “Charlie, you son of a bitch. Michelle made an appointment with you to get the divorce papers. How could she be on that desolate and wrong road? How could she get hit by a billboard? Do you know she lay there for an hour before someone found her and sent her to the hospital?”
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