After Being Betrayed, I Fought BackChapter 1 Unveiling the Truth
My husband and his mom pushed me down the stairs when I was pregnant with my third.
It fractured my tailbone, necessitating an emergency C-section without any pain relief, and I delivered a stillborn.
I barely scraped through a severe hemorrhage.
The night I left the hospital, I caught my husband all smiles, cozying up with a younger woman at our local grill spot.
They were all over each other, enough to make anyone sick.
I made my exit, yet he had the gall to sob and beg me not to leave.
That bastard, all I want right now is to tear him apart, piece by piece.
1
Once out, I had Will, my assistant, swing by our regular BBQ spot for some takeout.
My diet was micromanaged by my husband, Lucas Flynn, and his mom, Martha, throughout my pregnancy.
Now that I had lost the baby, I assumed nobody would bother about what I ate.
Honestly, after losing my child, I wasn't in the mood to eat.
I was more or less trying to use the act of eating to spark a little feel-good serotonin and endorphin release to lighten my heartache.
Peering out through the tinted car window, I felt empty, watching the owner warmly welcoming patrons, amidst the smoke and aroma of grilled meats.
Suddenly, a familiar figure inside caught my attention.
Clad in an expensive tailor-made suit, his hair meticulously styled, he exuded a smarmy, pseudo-aristocrat vibe, clearly enjoying his BBQ.
He stuck out like a sore thumb in that modest street-side diner.
Next to him was a woman, her face beaming with happiness.
They took turns feeding each other bites, sharing a skewer here and there.
He lovingly ruffled her hair, their world seemingly wrapped in a bubble of bliss.
"Mrs. Flynn... uh..." Will hesitated, clutching the bagged BBQ, unsure of what to say.
"Forget 'Mrs. Flynn', just call me Ms. Swift." I sighed deeply, "Did they notice you?"
"No, they didn't, Ms. Swift!" Will assured quickly.
"Whatever you saw today, consider it unseen. And keep it under wraps." My voice was devoid of any emotion.
Will nodded, got the message, and zipped his lips.
Will had been my dad's most trusted ally, and following my dad's death, I'd kept him close.
Sitting in the car, I fought to steady my shaking hands, gripping my phone tightly. The screen displayed the resume of that girl, Melanie Quinn, glaring back at me.