He Chose Her Over Our Child’s Corpse - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Jenna's voice quivered as she spoke, her words heavy with emotion.
Spencer set his phone down slowly, his face drained of color as he stared at me in shock.
Ignoring the sting of his slap still burning on my cheek, I focused on collecting the ashes scattered across the ground—what remained of Dora.
Spencer dropped to his knees, his hands shaking. "Let me help you," he whispered.
"Don't you dare touch her!" I shoved him back, my glare sharp as a blade. "You killed Dora, and now you want to defile her grave too? You're a monster!"
"I didn't know this was Dora's grave..." His voice trailed off as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "I killed Dora? Linsey, what are you talking about?"
"You really don't remember?" My voice cracked with fury. "You left her alone on the road for Gloria, and because of that, a truck—" I choked on the words. "A truck took her from us!"
The truth struck Spencer like lightning, leaving him frozen in horror.
"For years, you were too busy—for work, for Gloria, for everything except us. You couldn't even spare time for Dora on her birthday. And yet, she never blamed you." My voice trembled. "She used to ask me, 'Mommy, did I do something wrong? Why doesn't Daddy want to see me?' I made excuses—told her you were working hard for us. She'd say, 'Then we can buy less! I don't need toys. I just want Daddy home.'"
My vision blurred with tears. "She was six, Spencer. Six years old, and already trying to carry the weight of your neglect."
"Her teacher praised her for being the most thoughtful child in class. While other kids ate their snacks, Dora saved hers for you—said you worked too hard and deserved something sweet." A bitter laugh escaped me. "You never noticed, but she never stopped loving you."
"That day you finally agreed to pick her up? She was over the moon. Her teacher filmed her dancing in excitement—because to her, it was a miracle. The first time her father showed up for her." My voice broke. "And you abandoned her."
I stepped closer, my rage burning hotter. "She was six, Spencer. How could you leave her? How could you look at yourself in the mirror after that?"
Spencer's shoulders slumped. "I—I didn't know..."
"Remember when you said a six-year-old should be independent?" I spat. "But Gloria, a grown woman, couldn't handle being alone? You'd rather tend to her dog than your own child. Tell me, Spencer—were we really that worthless to you?"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just stood there, hollow and broken.
"Spencer," I said, my voice cold and final, "I will hate you for the rest of my life."
Spencer set his phone down slowly, his face drained of color as he stared at me in shock.
Ignoring the sting of his slap still burning on my cheek, I focused on collecting the ashes scattered across the ground—what remained of Dora.
Spencer dropped to his knees, his hands shaking. "Let me help you," he whispered.
"Don't you dare touch her!" I shoved him back, my glare sharp as a blade. "You killed Dora, and now you want to defile her grave too? You're a monster!"
"I didn't know this was Dora's grave..." His voice trailed off as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "I killed Dora? Linsey, what are you talking about?"
"You really don't remember?" My voice cracked with fury. "You left her alone on the road for Gloria, and because of that, a truck—" I choked on the words. "A truck took her from us!"
The truth struck Spencer like lightning, leaving him frozen in horror.
"For years, you were too busy—for work, for Gloria, for everything except us. You couldn't even spare time for Dora on her birthday. And yet, she never blamed you." My voice trembled. "She used to ask me, 'Mommy, did I do something wrong? Why doesn't Daddy want to see me?' I made excuses—told her you were working hard for us. She'd say, 'Then we can buy less! I don't need toys. I just want Daddy home.'"
My vision blurred with tears. "She was six, Spencer. Six years old, and already trying to carry the weight of your neglect."
"Her teacher praised her for being the most thoughtful child in class. While other kids ate their snacks, Dora saved hers for you—said you worked too hard and deserved something sweet." A bitter laugh escaped me. "You never noticed, but she never stopped loving you."
"That day you finally agreed to pick her up? She was over the moon. Her teacher filmed her dancing in excitement—because to her, it was a miracle. The first time her father showed up for her." My voice broke. "And you abandoned her."
I stepped closer, my rage burning hotter. "She was six, Spencer. How could you leave her? How could you look at yourself in the mirror after that?"
Spencer's shoulders slumped. "I—I didn't know..."
"Remember when you said a six-year-old should be independent?" I spat. "But Gloria, a grown woman, couldn't handle being alone? You'd rather tend to her dog than your own child. Tell me, Spencer—were we really that worthless to you?"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just stood there, hollow and broken.
"Spencer," I said, my voice cold and final, "I will hate you for the rest of my life."
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