Scorned Wife, Sudden Fortune

Scorned Wife, Sudden Fortune

Su Liao

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The world came back to me in fragments of pain, the profound exhaustion of thirty-six hours of labor. They saved me, saved my daughter, and I expected relief. Instead, I heard my husband, Ethan, from the hall, his voice light, conversational, almost cheerful. "She' s completely torn apart down there... it' s disgusting. Like a war zone." My breath caught. "And her stomach," he whispered, "It' s all loose and flabby, covered in these weird purple lines. She looks like a deflated balloon. I swear, I don' t think I can ever touch her again." My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a painful thud of realization. This was the man who had held my hand, told me I was brave. Then the other voice, "What about the kid?" A flicker of desperate hope ignited. He wanted a daughter so badly. "It' s a girl," Ethan said, his voice flat. "Lily. Cries all the time. Just another thing to deal with." The hope died. Then his tone shifted, charming, for a phone call. "I know, I wish you were here instead. I can' t wait to see you." A mistress. The late nights, the secretive calls, the growing distance I' d blamed on pregnancy stress-it all clicked into place. Tears, hot and silent, streamed from my eyes. Not sadness, but rage and a grief so profound it felt like a physical wound. He wasn' t just shallow, he was cruel. Not just a bad husband, but a monster. In that sterile, blood-scented room, I mourned my marriage, the man I thought I knew. A cold, hard decision settled in my soul, listening to him coo at his lover. My daughter would not have a father like him. I would raise her alone. This wasn' t the end of my pain, but it was the beginning of my fight.

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The world came back to me in fragments of pain, the profound exhaustion of thirty-six hours of labor.

They saved me, saved my daughter, and I expected relief.

Instead, I heard my husband, Ethan, from the hall, his voice light, conversational, almost cheerful.

"She' s completely torn apart down there... it' s disgusting. Like a war zone."

My breath caught.

"And her stomach," he whispered, "It' s all loose and flabby, covered in these weird purple lines. She looks like a deflated balloon. I swear, I don' t think I can ever touch her again."

My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a painful thud of realization. This was the man who had held my hand, told me I was brave.

Then the other voice, "What about the kid?"

A flicker of desperate hope ignited. He wanted a daughter so badly.

"It' s a girl," Ethan said, his voice flat. "Lily. Cries all the time. Just another thing to deal with."

The hope died.

Then his tone shifted, charming, for a phone call. "I know, I wish you were here instead. I can' t wait to see you."

A mistress.

The late nights, the secretive calls, the growing distance I' d blamed on pregnancy stress-it all clicked into place.

Tears, hot and silent, streamed from my eyes. Not sadness, but rage and a grief so profound it felt like a physical wound.

He wasn' t just shallow, he was cruel. Not just a bad husband, but a monster.

In that sterile, blood-scented room, I mourned my marriage, the man I thought I knew.

A cold, hard decision settled in my soul, listening to him coo at his lover.

My daughter would not have a father like him.

I would raise her alone.

This wasn' t the end of my pain, but it was the beginning of my fight.

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