ManyWriters

Everyone claims that Scott Kennedy, the youthful successor to one of California's most prominent families, wed a simpleton.
Regrettably, I'm the alleged simpleton they can't cease discussing.
I never truly grasped the concept of "first love" until someone remarked, "Scott's first love is his soulmate. And you? You're merely the simpleton he was compelled to marry."
I couldn't contain myself. I crumbled, sobbing uncontrollably and collapsing to the ground like a child throwing a fit.
For truly, what other recourse did I have?
I am a simpleton—or at least that's all anyone appears to believe. Yet even after all that, he still brought her back.
"You're so innocent and good-natured," he said, almost beseeching as if requesting a favor. "Please, allow her to stay. Alright?"
Everyone labels me a simpleton, but even a simpleton like me comprehends one basic truth—my spouse is supposed to be mine alone.
If Scott begins falling for another, then... I no longer want him.

Simpleton's Ultimatum, Love Me or Lose Me

My gaze was fixed on the two words emblazoned on the door: 'Operating Room.'


Despite not being the brightest, I understood their significance perfectly.


Then I heard it—Scott's resonant voice, calm and distant. "Bring her in while she's still out."


As the hospital gurney rolled by him, I couldn't restrain myself. I reached out, clutching his shirt. I noticed his body stiffen at my touch.


"Scott, I swear I'm telling the truth," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. "Our baby is fine. He's not stupid. Jessica is deceiving you. So is this doctor. They're killers."


My eyes filled with tears, clouding my sight, but I persisted. I had to make him see reason. "I'm imploring you, Scott. I don't mind if you don't want me. But please... don't end my child's life. Don't rob me of him."


Since my grandfather's passing, I had no family remaining. This infant—this tiny being within me—was my only connection left in the world. My sole link, my only glimmer of hope.


Chapter 8