He Chose Her Over Our Child’s Corpse - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Sadness flowed through me like an unrelenting river, drowning my heart in its currents.
My life had become an endless downward spiral—a dark whirlpool I couldn't escape. Day and night, I moved like a ghost, haunted by Dora's final moments, replaying her voice, her smile, her face over and over in my mind.
Spencer reached out countless times during this period, begging me to come home, insisting he wanted to start over.
My answer never changed. "Divorce."
He refused to sign the papers. I tried to take him to court, but Spencer's connections ran too deep—there was no winning against him.
"As long as I don't agree," he told me, "you'll never be free of me."
He swore he'd stay by my side for the rest of his life, that he'd never let me go.
The irony was unbearable. After all these years, the first time Spencer ever truly fought for me was when I was fighting to leave him.
Back then, I would have done anything to keep his love. Now that I wanted nothing to do with him, he was shoving his so-called devotion in my face.
It made me sick.
Love and hate had never been more clear. His stubbornness only fueled my disgust, but I was powerless against him.
Meanwhile, my grief for Dora grew heavier with each passing day, a pressure building inside me like an overfilled balloon—ready to burst.
Desperate for release, I turned to writing. I poured everything onto social media—the thirty years with Spencer, every memory of Dora, his suffocating persistence, my unbearable longing.
I titled the post "Death of a Daughter."
Tears blurred my vision as I typed, my fingers trembling. But when I finished, something inside me finally loosened.
I never expected the post to go viral.
But it did.
Thousands of strangers wept over my words. The outrage spread like wildfire.
"I'm sobbing. How could anyone endure loving such a monster for thirty years?"
"This bastard's 'love' is worthless. He only 'repented' after his daughter died—where was he before? If he really cares, he'd let her go. How can he force her to look at him every day, knowing he's the reason Dora's gone?"
"Dora was an angel. Why couldn't it have been him instead?"
"Even animals protect their young. This man is worse than a beast. Someone leak his info—let's crowdfund his downfall."
The backlash was swift. Spencer's personal details were exposed. His company's stocks crashed. Partners cut ties.
Overnight, the mighty Spencer Jones was brought to his knees.
The next morning, a message came through:
"Linsey, I read your post. I'm sorry—for everything. I thought I could make it up to you, but now I see I'm only making it worse. You don't want me in your life. I've signed the divorce papers. Jenna will bring them to you. Please… take care of yourself."
When Jenna arrived, she handed me the documents—along with a bank card.
"Ms. Wood," she said quietly, "Mr. Jones is… not well. The public backlash has destroyed the company. This is everything he could gather. He's giving it all to you."
Then she left.
And just like that, it was over.
My life had become an endless downward spiral—a dark whirlpool I couldn't escape. Day and night, I moved like a ghost, haunted by Dora's final moments, replaying her voice, her smile, her face over and over in my mind.
Spencer reached out countless times during this period, begging me to come home, insisting he wanted to start over.
My answer never changed. "Divorce."
He refused to sign the papers. I tried to take him to court, but Spencer's connections ran too deep—there was no winning against him.
"As long as I don't agree," he told me, "you'll never be free of me."
He swore he'd stay by my side for the rest of his life, that he'd never let me go.
The irony was unbearable. After all these years, the first time Spencer ever truly fought for me was when I was fighting to leave him.
Back then, I would have done anything to keep his love. Now that I wanted nothing to do with him, he was shoving his so-called devotion in my face.
It made me sick.
Love and hate had never been more clear. His stubbornness only fueled my disgust, but I was powerless against him.
Meanwhile, my grief for Dora grew heavier with each passing day, a pressure building inside me like an overfilled balloon—ready to burst.
Desperate for release, I turned to writing. I poured everything onto social media—the thirty years with Spencer, every memory of Dora, his suffocating persistence, my unbearable longing.
I titled the post "Death of a Daughter."
Tears blurred my vision as I typed, my fingers trembling. But when I finished, something inside me finally loosened.
I never expected the post to go viral.
But it did.
Thousands of strangers wept over my words. The outrage spread like wildfire.
"I'm sobbing. How could anyone endure loving such a monster for thirty years?"
"This bastard's 'love' is worthless. He only 'repented' after his daughter died—where was he before? If he really cares, he'd let her go. How can he force her to look at him every day, knowing he's the reason Dora's gone?"
"Dora was an angel. Why couldn't it have been him instead?"
"Even animals protect their young. This man is worse than a beast. Someone leak his info—let's crowdfund his downfall."
The backlash was swift. Spencer's personal details were exposed. His company's stocks crashed. Partners cut ties.
Overnight, the mighty Spencer Jones was brought to his knees.
The next morning, a message came through:
"Linsey, I read your post. I'm sorry—for everything. I thought I could make it up to you, but now I see I'm only making it worse. You don't want me in your life. I've signed the divorce papers. Jenna will bring them to you. Please… take care of yourself."
When Jenna arrived, she handed me the documents—along with a bank card.
"Ms. Wood," she said quietly, "Mr. Jones is… not well. The public backlash has destroyed the company. This is everything he could gather. He's giving it all to you."
Then she left.
And just like that, it was over.
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