- 15.
I thought for a moment, then smiled gently.
“You’re right, a child shouldn’t be without a
father.”
Mark’s face lit up with hope.
“It’s a shame the child is gone now, what
good is a father then?”
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I pulled the crumpled medical abortion
discharge papers from my bag and threw
them at him, turning to leave.
“Housekeeper, get rid of them!”
Mark’s mother shrieked, clutching her chest.
“My grandson! Ashley, you vicious woman,
you’re a monster!”
Soon after, I filed for divorce.
The security footage proved his infidelity, and
according to our prenuptial agreement, he
wouldn’t get a single penny.
I recovered the assets he’d illegally
transferred.
く
It wasn’t much, just enough to cover the
market value of his parents‘ apartment in the
city.
His parents, nearing seventy, were suddenly
homeless because of their son.
Not only that, but Mark’s forgery of my
signature constituted corporate fraud, and I
quickly served him with a lawsuit.
He went to prison for a few years.
Meanwhile, I boarded a plane for a divorce
vacation in Spain.
After returning home, former colleagues told
me that Chloe got pregnant after Mark went
to prison.
His mother, longing for a grandson, happily
took Chloe in, providing for her every need
until she gave birth to a boy.
Chloe initially wanted an abortion, but Mark’s
mother promised her a large sum of money
and that Mark would marry her after his
release, so she reluctantly carried the child to
term.
Only after the birth did his mother reveal that
Mark was still in prison.
Chloe broke down, abandoning the child and
trying to run away.
But a disfigured woman with a child and a
ruined reputation, where could she find
someone to take her in?
L
After a futile attempt, she returned to Mark’s
family, raising the child while waiting for his.
release.
I heard she was filled with resentment, taking
it out on her in–laws and the child, turning
into a shrew.
I wonder how Mark would feel when he got
out of prison and saw this scene.
I smiled, holding the hand of my much. younger boyfriend as we walked into the
marriage license bureau.
“I’m divorced, will you mind?”
He squeezed my hand gently. “What are you
talking about? Marrying you is my honor.”
it out on her in–laws and the child, turning
into a shrew.
I wonder how Mark would feel when he got out of prison and saw this scene.
I smiled, holding the hand of my much.
younger boyfriend as we walked into the
marriage license bureau.
“I’m divorced, will you mind?”
He squeezed my hand gently. “What are you talking about? Marrying you is my honor.”
