He knew how much that night of assault hurt me. I had to go to therapy for a long time and took countless medications to come out of the trauma slowly, yet the man I loved the most said such hurtful words to me.
Jack also seemed to have realized that he had spoken out of turn. He said, “I’m sorry–I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I don’t like being manipulated.”
I looked at the ground as tears fell uncontrollably.
I said nothing. I should have known that some things were futile, no matter how hard I tried.
Trust only existed because of love. He did not trust me because he had stopped loving me.
“Once the child is born, get a DNA test. Then, we’ll get a divorce.” I left without looking at Jack.
No matter how complete a family was, the child would not grow up well when there was no love between the parents.
I never expected the next time I saw him would be him bringing men to steal my placenta.
Albert hit Jack repeatedly on the back until his shirt was soaked with blood.
“Dad, don’t believe Whitney! This is all an act! She drugged me to get herself pregnant. Now she’s divorcing me because of the child. She would do anything!”
I looked at Albert’s reddened eyes. His eyes were filled with disappointment.
He pointed at Jack with a trembling finger. “I shouldn’t have let Whitney marry you! I should’ve told her to stay away from you!”
Albert threw his walking cane on the ground and left.
He might be angry at Jack, but he could not bear to watch Jack go to prison. No matter what, Jack was still his son.
Albert held a quiet funeral for me at home on the third day of my death.
Chapter 7
