ManyWriters

In the third year of our marriage, after Alaric failed to convince me to agree to an open marriage, he started messing around.
When I barged into the VIP club to confront him for the 99th time, Alaric asked me to dance in place of his new fling who was on her period.
I pointed at my limp leg, "Me? Can I pole dance?"
He smirked disdainfully, "You just had a miscarriage, not an amputation."
"What are you playing at?"
Alaric roughly dragged me to the pole, forcing me to dance.
Until my leg injury flared up, and blood pooled beneath my feet, covering the floor.
He left with his new girlfriend in tow, "If you don't want kids, don't hold others back from living their lives."
That night, I had both legs amputated and ended up in a wheelchair.
His new flame Scarlett, however, sent intimate photos of their vacation together.
Alaric didn't know that I miscarried because I had ovarian cancer.
He was even more clueless that the cancer had already spread to my legs. The lingering limp was actually a blessing in disguise.

The 99th Time Catching Him

I looked at Alaric's excited expression, feeling a pain so intense I could barely breathe.


Two months ago, due to ovarian cancer, I underwent an abortion and hysterectomy alone.


Fearing Alaric would be heartbroken for me, I only rested in the hospital for two hours before forcing myself to return home.


At that time, he was actually having an affair with Scarlett?


"You were with Scarlett before my surgery?"


Alaric's eyes darted away as he began to change the subject, "You aborted my child. What right do you have to question me? Apologize to Genevieve!"


Almost instantly, tears streamed down my face.


Alaric's expression became flustered. He reached out his hand, ready to wipe away my tears as he always did.


Suddenly, Scarlett let out a cry, "Alaric, I think the little sweetheart just moved!"


His eyes struggled, seemingly torn between comforting one or the other.


Scarlett stood up, pulling his hand that was suspended in mid-air to her belly, "Can you feel the little sweetheart high-fiving you?"


Alaric's eyes were filled with joy.I wiped away my tears, fighting back the lump in my throat, and scoffed, "Mistress? You're not worthy of my apology!"


Instantly, Scarlett's eyes welled up with tears. She tugged at the man's sleeve, silently tattling.


Before, I used to beg Alaric like that, asking him to deal with those who bullied me.


He would look at me adoringly and then make those bad people kneel and beg for mercy.


Now, he stared at Scarlett, not sparing me a single glance, and cooed, "Then I'll divorce her right away, okay? I can't bear to see Genevieve cry."


Scarlett's tears turned to laughter as she pretended to persuade him, "Melody's a disabled person, how pitiful. Alaric, when you sign the divorce papers, give her a little extra money, won't you?"


I thought Alaric might feel a twinge of sympathy or reluctance.


To my surprise, his eyes were full of mockery, yet he patiently explained to Scarlett, "That's fake, just one of her ploys to keep me. Even if it were true, she deserves it!"


I fled back to the guest room like a stray dog, the laughter from the living room still ringing in my ears.I heard Alaric say, "Once the agreement is signed, let her get lost. We don't want her plotting against our child."


It wasn't until late into the night that things finally quieted down outside.


Aunt Marjorie came to see me, secretly slipping me a debit card. Her eyes were full of reluctance as she said, "Ma'am, this money should be enough for you to get by. You should leave. Don't suffer here anymore."


I never expected that after three years, only Aunt Marjorie would care about me.


Fighting back the bitterness welling up in my chest, I tried to push the debit card back, beginning to explain, "Aunt Marjorie, there's no need. I have..."


But Aunt Marjorie shoved the debit card into my arms and ran off quickly.


Left with no choice, I tucked the debit card away close to my body.


She had left in such a hurry that the door wasn't fully closed.


As I was pushing my wheelchair to close it, Alaric appeared, clutching some documents.


He threw a set of divorce papers at me, his tone leaving no room for refusal, "Sign these!"


Glancing over them, I realized they were indeed exactly what Scarlett had wanted.In the "marital property" section, there was only ten dollars listed.


I picked up the pen decisively, ready to sign.


Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on the document, accompanied by a voice filled with inexplicable anger, "Where will you go after the divorce?"


I retorted, "If we don't divorce, will Scarlett give you a child?"


Chapter 3