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The second I send the message, he calls.
He starts yelling before I can speak: “What the hell is it now? I just checked – you’re at the hospital, right? You’ve got a whole damn medical team there, but that’s not good enough? You just had to interrupt me during my busiest shift? When are you
going to stop being such a pain in my ass?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake – every single time Ray’s around you start this bullshit! You’re about to pop out a kid and you’re still playing these stupid games? God, using the baby to get attention again? Can’t wait to see what drama you cook up after it’s
born. Just calm the fuck down and stop acting crazy!”
My hands are shaking so hard I can barely hold the phone. Tears stream down my
face before I can stop them. I bite my lip until it hurts.
“Oh Marcus, don’t get so worked up,” Ray’s voice drips sweetness through the
phone. “You shouldn’t be fighting with her because of me… Let me talk to Sarah,
okay? You’re so stressed with work already – I hate seeing you like this.” She pauses, her voice turning intimate. “Besides, you’ve been so good to me today… I should let you get back to what you were doing. To what we were doing…”
Marcus’s voice instantly melts into something sickeningly gentle: “God, you’re always so sweet to me, aren’t you? Making sure everyone’s taken care of… unlike some people who just want attention. Don’t worry about her – your hand needs my… special touch right now. And maybe a few other places too…”
He hangs up. I lie here in this hospital bed, my baby gone because of her, while he’s out there fawning over that bitch.
My rage feels so useless against his cold indifference. I never asked him for anything during the pregnancy. I managed everything myself, knowing how “busy” he was. Now he’s trashing his wife to the woman who murdered our child.
My chest is so tight I can barely breathe.
Hands trembling, I type: “Marcus, I’m serious. I want a divorce. I’ve thought this
through.”
I try sending another message. “Message failed to deliver” pops up instantly.
Check
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11:06 AM Wed 5 Mar
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his profile – my messages, my profile picture, everything’s gone. Blocked. Just like
that.
I stare at my phone, pressing my lips together, a bitter smile twisting my mouth. My fingers drop limply to my side.
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