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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
Maria erupted in rage after I accidentally broke a bowl. She stormed into the kitchen, shoving me in her rage. I slipped on the wet floor and fell hard, resulting in heavy bleeding between my legs.
That day, I lost the last baby I’d ever have. I had lost all hope of ever becoming a mother.
How could Wesley turn around and hook up with another woman after what he had done to me?
I clutched my phone and glared at the photos, determined to make Wesley Ross pay the price.
Wesley and I went to visit his parents one weekend after he returned from a business trip.
Maria smiled brightly when she saw his son at the door, but her smile faded when she realised I was by his side. “What are you doing here?”
My smile froze. I gave Wesley a sad expression.
He immediately attempted to mediate. “What are you talking about, Mom? We’re returning to visit because Clara misses both of you!
Maria, scoffing, turned on her heels and snarked, “You miss us? Why don’t you give us a grandchild?”
Wesley gave me an awkward look, and I shook my head to tell him everything was fine before we entered the house.
Wesley’s father, Gilbert Ross, chatted with Maria and Wesley as they sat down to dinner.
My in-laws enquired about Wesley, but I could tell it was all for show; they must have had something important to discuss with him, but they would never bring it up in front of me.
I wondered what they would do if I wasn’t there, and when that thought occurred to me, I turned on the recorder on my phone and placed it on the table, screen down.
Suddenly, I said, “Oh! Dad, Mom, it occurred to me that we had forgotten to lock our car! Wesley left his bag in the car. I have to go check it out.”
Maria was taken aback. She patted her chest, then rolled her eyes at me and schooled me.
“You’ve never done anything correctly!” Go now! Wesley will be in trouble if he loses his bag.
I took the car keys and went downstairs, where I waited until it was time to rejoin them.
When I returned to the dinner table, the conversation came to an abrupt halt, and Wesley and his parents gave me a look that made my hair stand up.
Gilbert was the first to break the silence, and with a smile, he motioned for me to join them. The conversation resumed once I took my seat.
I grabbed my phone, went to the toilet, locked the door, pressed play and listened intently to the crisp recording.
In the recording, Maria eagerly cursed at me right after I closed the door, saying, “How dare that infertile pig show up here?
“Wesley, get a divorce right now and marry Charlotte. Just look at Clara! She’s hopeless. If she can’t give you a child, she shouldn’t call herself your wife! Since Charlotte is pregnant now, you should divorce Clara and marry Charlotte instead.”
That day, I lost the last baby I’d ever have. I had lost all hope of ever becoming a mother.
How could Wesley turn around and hook up with another woman after what he had done to me?
I clutched my phone and glared at the photos, determined to make Wesley Ross pay the price.
Wesley and I went to visit his parents one weekend after he returned from a business trip.
Maria smiled brightly when she saw his son at the door, but her smile faded when she realised I was by his side. “What are you doing here?”
My smile froze. I gave Wesley a sad expression.
He immediately attempted to mediate. “What are you talking about, Mom? We’re returning to visit because Clara misses both of you!
Maria, scoffing, turned on her heels and snarked, “You miss us? Why don’t you give us a grandchild?”
Wesley gave me an awkward look, and I shook my head to tell him everything was fine before we entered the house.
Wesley’s father, Gilbert Ross, chatted with Maria and Wesley as they sat down to dinner.
My in-laws enquired about Wesley, but I could tell it was all for show; they must have had something important to discuss with him, but they would never bring it up in front of me.
I wondered what they would do if I wasn’t there, and when that thought occurred to me, I turned on the recorder on my phone and placed it on the table, screen down.
Suddenly, I said, “Oh! Dad, Mom, it occurred to me that we had forgotten to lock our car! Wesley left his bag in the car. I have to go check it out.”
Maria was taken aback. She patted her chest, then rolled her eyes at me and schooled me.
“You’ve never done anything correctly!” Go now! Wesley will be in trouble if he loses his bag.
I took the car keys and went downstairs, where I waited until it was time to rejoin them.
When I returned to the dinner table, the conversation came to an abrupt halt, and Wesley and his parents gave me a look that made my hair stand up.
Gilbert was the first to break the silence, and with a smile, he motioned for me to join them. The conversation resumed once I took my seat.
I grabbed my phone, went to the toilet, locked the door, pressed play and listened intently to the crisp recording.
In the recording, Maria eagerly cursed at me right after I closed the door, saying, “How dare that infertile pig show up here?
“Wesley, get a divorce right now and marry Charlotte. Just look at Clara! She’s hopeless. If she can’t give you a child, she shouldn’t call herself your wife! Since Charlotte is pregnant now, you should divorce Clara and marry Charlotte instead.”