- 14.
Back home, Mark and his elderly parents were
kneeling neatly at my door
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It was pathetic to see them at their age,
having to grovel for their son’s mistakes.
I glanced at them. “Housekeeper, please show
them out.”
Mark looked up, the hatred in his eyes gone.
He crawled to my feet, tears streaming down his face, and without a word, started slapping himself.
“Ashley, it was all my fault. I was blinded by lust, I deserve to die, I’ll change! Please don’t divorce me, give me another chance, give our child a complete family.”
His face swelled quickly. His mother rushed forward, pulling his hands away.
“Ashley,” she cried, “It’s our fault for not
raising him well, can you please forgive him
this once, for my sake?”
My expression remained unchanged.
Seeing the soft approach wasn’t working, she
tried a different tactic.
She stood up, scoffing, “You’re pregnant, if
you really sue my son, your child will have a
father in prison, aren’t you afraid he’ll be
ashamed for life?”
Mark looked up sharply. “Yes, Ashley, our
child needs a father!”
I laughed inwardly.
L
L
That ultrasound picture wasn’t intentionally
left there, but since Mark found it, it meant
he knew I was pregnant when he slept with
Chloe.
Even knowing that, he still chose to cheat.
What did this child even mean to him?
