My Husband Let My Mom Die for His Side Chick - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

"Enough! You just want me to soften up and open the door, don't you? Jacob Thompson, you know how much I hate being lied to!"
Jacob choked out, "Abby, you—"
"Sound familiar? I'm just throwing your own words back at you. How does it feel now?"
After hanging up, I blocked his number without hesitation.
From that moment on, Jacob stopped bringing Lucas around.
I pulled myself together and left the old house behind.
Our divorce wasn't finalized yet, and I still had my job in the city.
One night, Mom visited me in a dream, urging me to pick myself up and live well.
I couldn't disappoint her. I had to get better.
I rented an apartment near work—no more exhausting commutes.
My colleagues didn't know about Mom's passing. Only my boss had been informed, so when I returned, everything felt… normal.
I unblocked Jacob long enough to send one message: "Meet me at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow at 9 AM to finalize the divorce." Then I blocked him again.
But the next day, I waited until noon. He never showed.
Just as I was about to call and rip into him, my phone rang—an unknown number. Jacob's frantic voice crackled through: "Lucas is critical. Get to People's Hospital now!"
"You think this is funny? Making up excuses to dodge the divorce?"
"It's not a lie! He caught a fever after getting soaked in the rain with me. It turned into pneumonia—on and off for weeks. Now the doctors say he might not…"
I scoffed. "Jacob Thompson, did you really think I'd believe you? You and your son are both liars. You don't deserve to be my family. Sign the papers."
Jacob's voice broke. "Abby, please. He's crying for his mom—"
"Save the act. I'm done playing along."
I didn't care if it was true. Just like he'd never listened to me.
How does it feel, Jacob, when no one believes you no matter how hard you beg?
But then his mother came begging.
Jacob's mom had always been kind to me. Whenever Emma caused trouble between us, she'd taken my side—scolding Jacob, even confronting Emma herself. "You're my only daughter-in-law," she'd told me.
Now, she stood before me, tears streaming. "Abby, I know they've hurt you beyond forgiveness. But Lucas… he's suffering. He won't eat, he cries for you in his sleep. If this goes on…"
Her face had aged years in weeks.
I sighed. For her, I went.
At the hospital, Lucas was worse than I'd imagined.
Emergency treatment had stabilized him, but in his room, he thrashed in his sleep, whimpering, "Mom… Grandma… I'm sorry…"
Jacob sat slumped beside him, hollow-eyed. His mother stroked Lucas's hair, whispering comfort.
I stood frozen, watching.
Then—his eyes snapped open.
The second he saw me, he burst into sobs.
"Mom, I didn't mean to! Emma told me to hide Grandma's medicine—said it was a game! She told me to lock her in the room so she couldn't catch me! I didn't know she'd—"
My blood turned to ice.
This wasn't an accident.
Emma had planned it.
I called the police immediately.
But without proof, Emma walked free.
"A child's word means nothing," they said.
Emma smirked. "He's just blaming me to ease his guilt."
Lucas was five.
His truth held no weight.
And Emma?
She'd gotten away with murder.