Luckily I hadn’t come back alone.
Several postpartum nurses rushed over to rescue me from Ryan.
After being pushed away by several people, Ryan was stunned for a few seconds, then
sat on the ground crying.
“This life is too damn hard. Why do I have to take care of two people’s babies by myself? Why did we have to split everything?”
Tears and snot streamed down his face. He looked like he’d suffered greatly.
But I felt no sympathy at all.
Wasn’t this exactly what he had originally wanted me to endure?
Back then, Ryan thought splitting everything 50/50 was fair.
Any marriage arrangement that doesn’t account for the value of childbearing is
shameless.
After crying enough, Ryan stood up and said to me: “Since it makes no difference
whether you’re here or not, let’s get divorced.”
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Fine by me.
I’d already gotten the babies anyway.
But when it actually came time to divide the house and car in the divorce, Ryan balked
again.
“Why should we split these things? How will the kids and I survive if we split them?”
I laughed coldly, reminding him that we had each paid half for the house and car originally.
I thought saying this would make Ryan back down, but he still insisted on going through
with the divorce.
He said he was completely disillusioned with our marriage and had no desire to continue
living with me.
But on the day we actually got the divorce certificate, I realized the real reason he’d insisted on divorcing me was that he was afraid I’d one day ask him to take responsibility
for the other four children.
Taking care of two kids was troublesome enough. He didn’t want to raise four more.
I thought my connection with Ryan had ended there.
Unexpectedly, two months later, the police called me to come identify some children.
At the police station, I learned that Ryan’s two children had been affected by the two
deceased fetuses and both had some illnesses.
At first, paternal love had driven Ryan to seek treatment for the two children. But as the
expenses kept mounting, Ryan couldn’t take it anymore.
He abandoned the two children in a park.
“There are so many surveillance cameras in parks now. As soon as he dumped them,
someone called the police. Are these your children?”
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I said they were mine.
The police said they had already arrested Ryan and would charge him with child abandonment. They told me to take the two children home.
I said: “Ryan and I are already divorced.”
“Just because you’re divorced doesn’t mean they’re not your kids anymore. You’re being
a bit irresponsible as a mother.”
“No, I mean, does Ryan agree to me taking them?”
The police said Ryan was the one who told them to contact me.
Ryan had already signed an agreement.
As long as I took the children, they would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Since this was such a good deal, I didn’t hesitate to take the children.
After I brought the two babies home, my dad was able to cure their health issues.
With six babies now, I focused on building my career and soon owned my own company.
As for Ryan, he was sentenced to prison.
Due to his unique physiology, he quickly attracted another seahorse humanoid in prison.
By the time he was released, he was pregnant again.
We ran into each other at my dad’s clinic.
This time, his partner hadn’t split costs with him – he was carrying ten babies.
I went to watch him give birth.
Unfortunately, his partner insisted on natural delivery. After delivering all ten, Ryan had
no strength left.
I heard he even expelled the pregnancy sac.
Afterwards, he still had to do postpartum recovery and care for ten babies.
When I learned about all this, I had a new husband by my side.
On our wedding night, my husband took out a piece of paper: “Samantha, let’s split our living costs 50/50 from now on.”
I curled my lips into a smile.
Beaming brightly, I said, “Sure.”
