My Husband's Secret Son Needs My Baby to Live - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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It all began when my parents died. That's when he finally dropped the act.
At the memorial service, Marlon played the grieving son-in-law to perfection - his tears more dramatic than mine, their actual daughter. The cameras ate it up.
A month later, when I tried stepping into my family's company to help stabilize things, I discovered Marlon had already seized control. Our connections, our resources - all his. Even my shares had been quietly diluted.
"Margaret," he'd said with fake concern, "you're grieving. Let me handle everything." Then suddenly he was always "too busy" for meetings.
I should've trusted my instincts sooner.
The final straw came when I stood by the hospital window, rehearsing how to present the divorce papers Doyle had delivered. That's when little Isaias tugged my sleeve.
"Auntie, Dad's taking Mom out today. He said you'll stay with me for my treatment."
Through the glass, I watched Marlon walk away hand-in-hand with Melanie, his arm around her waist.
The chemotherapy hit Isaias hard. When he begged me through tears to get him candy, how could I refuse? But when I returned, I found him sobbing under an icy shower, video-calling Melanie: "Mom, it hurts! Auntie says cold water helps immunity!"
The candy bag slipped from my fingers.
I didn't bother explaining as I wrapped him in a towel. Within minutes, Marlon and Melanie came storming back.
Isaias played his part perfectly - trembling as he hugged Melanie. "I was brave, Mom! Auntie even gave me candy!" His wide, innocent eyes turned to Marlon. "Don't worry, Dad. I'm strong."
Then the theatrics began. Melanie actually knelt before me, sobbing. "Punish me, Margaret! But the child is innocent! His immune system can't handle this!"
When I tried lifting her up, Marlon shoved me away - then struck me. The slap echoed in my ears as he roared, "Wasn't one dead child enough for you? Must you take them all from me?"
My hand flew to my stinging cheek. "He ran the shower himself," I choked out.
"I don't want excuses! Apologize now!" He formed a protective circle around his new family, shutting me out completely.
That's when I laughed. Pulling out the "bone marrow consent" form Marlon had prepared, I flipped to the last page. "My mistake. You wanted this signed? Here."
Blinded by rage, he scribbled his name without reading.
"You should've agreed sooner," he spat. "If anything happens to Isaias..."
I was already walking away. Because what Marlon just signed wasn't a medical form - it was our divorce papers.
One last glance over my shoulder: "Remember how I avoided cold water after my miscarriage?"
For a second, I thought he might follow. But some doors, once closed, stay that way forever.
At the memorial service, Marlon played the grieving son-in-law to perfection - his tears more dramatic than mine, their actual daughter. The cameras ate it up.
A month later, when I tried stepping into my family's company to help stabilize things, I discovered Marlon had already seized control. Our connections, our resources - all his. Even my shares had been quietly diluted.
"Margaret," he'd said with fake concern, "you're grieving. Let me handle everything." Then suddenly he was always "too busy" for meetings.
I should've trusted my instincts sooner.
The final straw came when I stood by the hospital window, rehearsing how to present the divorce papers Doyle had delivered. That's when little Isaias tugged my sleeve.
"Auntie, Dad's taking Mom out today. He said you'll stay with me for my treatment."
Through the glass, I watched Marlon walk away hand-in-hand with Melanie, his arm around her waist.
The chemotherapy hit Isaias hard. When he begged me through tears to get him candy, how could I refuse? But when I returned, I found him sobbing under an icy shower, video-calling Melanie: "Mom, it hurts! Auntie says cold water helps immunity!"
The candy bag slipped from my fingers.
I didn't bother explaining as I wrapped him in a towel. Within minutes, Marlon and Melanie came storming back.
Isaias played his part perfectly - trembling as he hugged Melanie. "I was brave, Mom! Auntie even gave me candy!" His wide, innocent eyes turned to Marlon. "Don't worry, Dad. I'm strong."
Then the theatrics began. Melanie actually knelt before me, sobbing. "Punish me, Margaret! But the child is innocent! His immune system can't handle this!"
When I tried lifting her up, Marlon shoved me away - then struck me. The slap echoed in my ears as he roared, "Wasn't one dead child enough for you? Must you take them all from me?"
My hand flew to my stinging cheek. "He ran the shower himself," I choked out.
"I don't want excuses! Apologize now!" He formed a protective circle around his new family, shutting me out completely.
That's when I laughed. Pulling out the "bone marrow consent" form Marlon had prepared, I flipped to the last page. "My mistake. You wanted this signed? Here."
Blinded by rage, he scribbled his name without reading.
"You should've agreed sooner," he spat. "If anything happens to Isaias..."
I was already walking away. Because what Marlon just signed wasn't a medical form - it was our divorce papers.
One last glance over my shoulder: "Remember how I avoided cold water after my miscarriage?"
For a second, I thought he might follow. But some doors, once closed, stay that way forever.
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