Chapter 7
After giving birth to our first child, Stephen slowly began to change.
He said, “Alison, the company is just starting out. We need to be careful with our spending.
I had believed him.
For the sake of the children, I learned to be frugal–carefully budgeting every meal down to the last few dollars and stretching the clothes the kids wore as long as possible before replacing them. I reduced our lifestyle to the bare minimum, saving every penny for his business.
But it didn’t sit well with the kids. They were upset with me.
“Mom, why can’t I have new clothes like the other kids?”
“Mom, why do we always get sweaters for Christmas? Ms. Daisy gave me a game console, and it’s so much better!”
I, the once pampered heiress, had turned into the stingy and miserly mother in the eyes of my children.
What was worse, after five years of struggling to build his company, not only did he fail, but we were sinking deeper into debt.
And in his eyes, I had already lost my shine.
“Alison, look at you. You’ve become a real old hag. You don’t even resemble the woman you used to be.”
He mocked how I had gone from a young lady to what I was now, but he had forgotten all
the sacrifices I had made for his dreams.
Then came Daisy–the final straw.
She was his new assistant, young and full of energy.
Stephen started taking her to social events, even bringing her home with him.
“Daisy’s just my secretary. She’s young, so I think of her like a little sister.”
During the Christmas dinner, Daisy’s mockery of me, along with his endless tolerance for it, was the breaking point for me.
That was when it all clicked–but by then, it was too late.
The surgery didn’t go smoothly.
The impact of the fall had been too severe, and the hospital steps had been high.
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The baby in my womb was already dead.
Before the operation even began, I had started bleeding heavily.
In my unconscious state, I could hear the frantic voices of doctors calling for blood packs.
I also heard a nurse respond that there were no more blood packs in stock.
At one point, I almost thought, maybe it was better to die.
Otherwise, after the emergency C–section, I wouldn’t know how to face the innocent child who had died inside me.
A single wrong choice had nearly destroyed my entire life.
I didn’t know who gave me blood, but I felt my cold body slowly warming up again under emergency care.
The doctor finally let out a sigh of relief.
“We’ve saved her life. Let’s start the emergency C–section.”
Before long, my flesh was cut open and torn apart.
The marks that Daisy had once made fun of like crawling maggots now looked horrifying.
The baby was finally out of my body.
During the stitching, the anesthesia wore off, and I fainted from the pain.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a regular hospital room.
The doctor stood by my bed, keeping a close watch on my condition.
As soon as I opened my eyes, she hurriedly spoke, “Ms. Alison, didn’t you say your husband had passed away? Then who is that man outside claiming to be your husband?”
Following her gaze, I turned my head with difficulty.
Stephen stood in the hallway, his
eyes
bloodshot.
“I don’t know him. Maybe he’s mentally unstable.
The doctor glanced at my medical records.
tan
She hesitated for a moment before saying, “But he donated a lot of blood for your surgery. The hospital out of stock, and they almost took half of his blood.”
“Well, that’s his.sibility. I fell down the stairs because of him,” I replied, closing my eyes, feeling too exhausted to discuss it further
The doctor, sensing the need for me to rest, reluctantly left the room.
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It seemed like she said something to Stephen, as I saw him speaking frantically for a long while before finally leaving.
The image of him pushing me down the stairs was still vivid in my mind. Just looking at him now made me feel sick to my stomach.
I thought our relationship, which had started so unexpectedly, would end just as mysteriously. Then, we would disappear from each other’s lives without a word.
I had even bought a plane ticket to Zarovia for myself.
But he showed up at the hospital with our children.
After explaining to my attending doctor for a long time, the doctor finally believed him and brought him to me.
She looked at me with sympathy before leaving the room.
I kept my eyes shut, ignoring the sound of footsteps.
Stephen stood there, staring at me for a long time before he finally said, “I’m sorry…”
