We Divorced After Our Child's Scores Came Out1
The SAT scores were released, and my twin children, Osvaldo Mckay and Shania Mckay had been accepted into Harvard University and Stanford University respectively. They were invited by the schools to give speeches.
For the first time, my husband Edgar Mckay agreed to attend and even volunteered to drive us to the school.
But halfway there, his first love Carina Krause complained to him, and he locked us inside the car to reflect on our actions.
In the scorching summer heat, the twins had heart attacks, and I desperately smashed the car windows to try to save them.
We finally escaped, but my children's lives hung by a thread. The only medicine that could save them was in my husband's hands.
I called him again and again, and I heard his first love say to him softly, "Go take a shower since you've taken off your clothes."
I did not have time to dwell on this and shouted urgently, "Edgar! Osvaldo and Shania had heart attacks! Please, give me the medicine to save them!"
My husband snorted coldly, not at all in a hurry. "Carina was right. You really will go to any lengths for attention."
Without hesitation, he blocked my number.
That day, I did everything I could, but still, I could not save my children.
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The emergency room light stayed on.
My nerves were stretched taut like a wire. The nurses repeatedly urged me to get my hands bandaged, but I kept shaking my head in refusal.
When I saw a doctor come out of the operating room, I clung to him as though he were my last hope, almost kneeling before him.
The doctor looked anxious and helpless. "Begging me will not help. Without the special heart medication, we cannot proceed with the surgery. We've done everything we can, but all we can do now is buy them one more hour."
"I'll find a way. Please, just save my children."
With a borrowed phone in hand, I called Edgar through my tears.
I was so anxious that my hands were trembling, barely able to press the buttons. After several tries, I finally got it right.
But it didn't make it through.
Sweat dripped down my face, and I had no choice but to call Andy Neal, the assistant of Edgar, begging him to help.
"Mrs. Mckay, I'm sorry, but no one except Mr. Mckay and Ms. Krause has permission to access the medicine."
A weight pressed down on my chest. I did not have time to argue. I humbled myself and begged him desperately.