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To make me miscarry, my six–year–old son Aaron Bennet deliberately tricked me into eating almond cake that he knew I was allergic to.
At my hospital bedside, he hid behind my husband Marcus Bennet, his face stern and refusing to apologize.
He said, “Grandma told me that if you have the baby sister, you won’t divorce Dad. I don’t want you to be my mom anymore. I like Sienna Welch better!”
Marcus added coldly, “We can have other children. As for Sienna, she’s indeed better suited to raise Aaron than you are.”
I was completely heartbroken. The day after my discharge, I went home and packed up all my belongings, leaving only a divorce agreement and a document severing our mother–son relationship.
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On my third day in the hospital, I stared silently at the gray–white ceiling.
My once–rounded belly had become flat again.
The daughter I had anticipated for six months would never be born.
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It turns out that when your heart breaks beyond its limit, it feels like suffocation.
Warm tears slid from the corners of my eyes, dampening my hair. I turned to look at the pregnant woman in the bed next to mine.
She was so happy–from her admission to her baby’s birth, her family had been there caring for her.
Yet during my three–day stay, my husband and child had visited only once, leaving in a hurry.
Because they had to rush off to see Sienna’s theater debut.
My phone buzzed with a message from Sienna, including a
video.
The video was shot at a restaurant near a theater.
Sienna still wore her elaborate stage makeup, and sitting beside her, looking down as he cut her steak, was my handsome husband Marcus.
In our six years of marriage, he had never been so attentive to
- me.
On my birthday, I had gotten nail extensions and wanted him to help me peel shrimp.
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Instead, he called in the nail technician who had already gone home and had my extensions removed on the spot.
Marcus said, “Aubrey, given my status, do you think it’s appropriate for me to peel shrimp for you? You’re a mother now —why are you still being so dramatic?”
So as my husband, he wouldn’t even do such a small thing for
- me.
Yet now, he was happy to cut steak for Sienna.
All his excuses were simply because he looked down on me.
My heart had long since grown numb, but the video continued playing.
Sienna smiled sweetly at the camera as she ate the steak Marcus fed her, then lifted her perfectly manicured finger to fork a piece of broccoli and offer it to Aaron.
She said, “Aaron, you need to eat your vegetables to grow tall.”
Broccoli was Aaron’s most hated vegetable.
In the past, if I accidentally mixed even a small piece of broccoli into his plate, he would throw a tantrum and cry heartbrokenly.
Finally, I had to promise never to make him broccoli again
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But now, Aaron was smiling as he eagerly ate the broccoli Sienna offered him.
One piece after another, he cleaned the entire plate.
His bright eyes were full of dependence and joy.
Looking at the camera, he said, “I love Ms. Welch the most!”
Sienna asked smugly, “Don’t you like your mommy then?”
Upon hearing this, Aaron’s face immediately showed disgust.
He said viciously, “I hate her! All she does is force me to learn piano and painting, and make me study!”
The son I had given birth to with such difficulty was now freely badmouthing me in front of strangers.
And his father—my husband–sat there listening quietly, unmoved, his attention focused entirely on Sienna.
I finally understood. I had foolishly hoped to receive love from such a father and son.
From now on, I wanted nothing more to do with such
cold–hearted family members!
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