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Alex, my spouse, repeatedly ignored calls from our child, letting them go unanswered.
"Father, Mother is hemorrhaging severely. Can you return promptly?"
A series of messages were dispatched, finally eliciting a response.
"Notify me when your mother has truly expired, and I'll come to retrieve her remains."
Alex likely never anticipated my demise. His callous words became reality. I vanished, just as he'd foretold, but ultimately, he was left behind, imploring me not to depart, beseeching me not to abandon him.

The Last Call, When Love Chooses Death

Katie suddenly appeared beside Alex, asking, "Daddy, is the group going out to play? I want to visit the beach. Can you take me along?"


Alex withdrew his hand and gazed at Katie's cheerful expression.


"Alright, I'll bring you and your mother."


As I watched them leave, acting like a family of three, a wave of sadness washed over me.


Meanwhile, my son Kevin was left alone in the vast, empty house. He struggled to stand up, crawling on the floor, his face unusually pale.


It wasn't until the following evening that Alex returned. Kevin, having consumed a spoiled orange, was huddled in a corner, clutching his stomach and weeping, his small face drawn and ashen. The phone remained silent, a mute observer of his suffering.


"Why is this situation persisting?" Alex's voice was filled with irritation. "Isabel, don't you see? Your actions have reduced the child to this state!"


Kevin, drenched in perspiration, was curled up into a tiny ball. His lips were devoid of color.


Chapter 4