“Come home with me. Please. I promise I’ll
make it up to you. We’ll try for another baby.”
I touched my empty stomach. “No. We’ll never
have another baby. Never.”
I turned to leave. He grabbed my arm. “Wendy, give me a chance. I’ll prove it to you.”
I laughed. “Prove what? By having your precious Sarah arrested? Or committed?”
He flinched. “Wendy, don’t say things like that.
Don’t be so angry with a sick person.”
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He looked so pained. It was laughable. “See?
You still can’t answer the question.”
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If only he’d known then what he knew now. I
didn’t believe a word of his promises. He was
still protecting Sarah. Always Sarah. Whenever
she was involved, he never took my side.
Then, Sarah rushed in. “It was me! I blocked her
number on Mark’s phone! She’s trying to steal
him from me!” Tears streamed down her face,
as if she were the victim. She spread her arms
in front of Mark, glaring at me. “Wendy, if you
have a problem, take it up with me. I take
responsibility for my actions.”
I couldn’t stand to look at her. I turned to go,
afraid I’d lose control. She followed, grabbing
my arm. “You’re just using the baby to
manipulate Mark! Fine! A life for a life! I’ll give
you my life!” “No one threatens my Mark!”
Rage exploded inside me. I slapped her. “Your
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life isn’t worth a fraction of my baby’s!”
She stumbled, clutching her face, falling onto the broken glass. Blood welled up. “I know you’re jealous of me, Wendy. Jealous that Mark loves me. I can’t help that. Fine! If you want me dead, I’ll die!”
I sneered. The same old trick. I watched, disgusted, as Mark rushed to her side, checking her wounds. He still fell for it. Pathetic.
I turned to leave again. Mark picked up Sarah,
his face troubled. “Wendy, go home. Wait for me. I’ll take Sarah to the hospital, then I’ll come home. Promise you’ll wait.”
I ignored him. There was nothing to discuss. I’d send him divorce papers. That was all.
Back at my apartment, my phone rang. It was Mark. Before I could speak, I heard Sarah’s
whiny voice and his mother’s shrill accusations:
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“Jealous bitch!” “Gold digger!” “Trash!” Mark mumbled a few insincere apologies and hung
- up.
I put down the phone, strangely calm. His parents had never liked me. The whole Davis family adored Sarah, their precious little princess. I was just a breeding machine, not even worthy of respect from the housekeeper.
