The Dying Wife He Abandoned

2. Terminal

SONIA

I didn't ask for a second chance. I only wanted a second test done. Or better yet, a second option just not this.

Not the coldness he was giving me. His wife. The mother of his heirs.

I waited a heartbeat for him to order it. But all that came was the change in his expression. The look of disgust had changed to disdain. Suddenly he hated me.

“You think that is going to change the fact that you let another man f**k you? Kayden leaned closer to me, his words shot me like poisoned arrows, dangerous but in a whisper.

There was anger laced in his voice, it was deadly and directed at me.

I needed him to trust me now. Just once today.

“You've made me a joke, Sonia…” he continued, and in that anger I could also see pain. He was hurting. And that was clouding his judgment.

My lips moved to speak, I'd long forgotten about the pain from my belly. Because whatever this was hurt more. It was killing me.

Kayden's mother rummaged her back and pulled out some papers and without a glance threw it at me.

I gathered the papers and glanced down at them, sniffling. If I thought the test results were pain, this was the knife Kayden was piercing through me.

Divorce papers.

My heart dropped, and the papers fell off onto my lap. I struggled out of bed, linping towards the man I had loved all these years.

Dated for two and married for two.

“Please, Kayden…” I was crying. No, wailing more like. “Don't do this, not now. Not like this. Please.”

Suddenly everywhere hurt. My body, my heart and my soul. My babies couldn't be raised in a broken home. Not like their mother.

I barely finished my words before he turned back to me, eyes so dark I thought the grim reaper had come for me.

“Sign the f*****g papers while I'm being nice, Sonia.” Just like that, did I mean nothing to him now? Did he not love me anymore to fight for this like I was?

“You see, when my son called me and told me what he had found out, I knew I had to bring the papers with me. Because I knew this would happen…”

His mother cut in as though it was her place to. And I was this close to telling her to shut the f**k up because God knows I'd been wanting to do that for the longest time.

But I didn't. Not because she didn't deserve it. But because she wasn't my priority at the time.

“I just had your babies, Kayden. Our children…” I was holding onto the hospital bed frame for support, trying to take hold of his hand but he jerked away.

“Apparently not both of them. Sign the papers Sonia. I won't tell you again.”

I shook my head but his mother grabbed my wrist and forced a pen into my hand. At that point, I didn't know what hurt more. Whether it was this betrayal, or the incision. And without another choice since he didn't want to listen, I did as I was told.

My signature trembled across the paper, and I barely finished writing when the door opened again and Kayden’s brother, Kint walked into the room holding another paper in his hand.

He didn't spare me a glance. He just walked to his brother and handed the paper to him.

“Another nurse just came by and I didn't want her to come to this so…”

So he had been outside this room all this time. I thought to myself, my eyes not leaving Kayden's whose expression didn't change or become softer.

I thought this was the second result, or the actual one that would reveal the truth but instead I got something else.

Something crueler.

Kayden lifted the paper and smirked and I wondered what could be amusing to him. “It says here, my darling wife, that you're terminal.” He spoke in an eerily calm voice.

I froze. My ears rang, blood rushed in so fast I got dizzy the next second.

“Stage four cervical cancer. That's why you had a complication.” He spat venomously.

Another lie. It had to be.

I clutched the collar of the hospital gown, feeling the IV needle piercing me. It reminded me that this was not a dream as much as I wanted it to be.

This was real. I was living in a nightmare. And I was alone in it.

Without so much as pity or whatever they called it, my mother-in-law walked over to the bassinet where the boys were, gave one look and too the baby who had a tag, A, on his leg into her arms.

I reached out immediately, panic exploding inside my chest. “What are you doing?”

She shoved me to the side and I collided with the bed frame. “What does it look like I'm doing? Now that you're getting a divorce, we're taking our family's heir. He will stay with us…”

I choked on my sobs, adrenaline pumping into my veins and I ran toward her, arms stretched for my son. “No, please don't take my baby from me. I'm begging you.”

Kayden stood like a wall in front of me, shielding the child and his mother from me. Before he pushed me backwards and I fell to the floor, the incision wound bursting in pain. I could feel the wound opening.

But I didn't care. I just wanted my son.

“Kayden please. He's a new born. He needs me. Don't do this. Please.” I cried out loud.

He didn't say a word at first. And I thought I finally got to him. But then he lowered his eyes at me and chuckled.

“Funny how Karma works right? At least when you die, your bastard won't be ashamed that his mother was a whore.” He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him from my loud sobbing.

The man I had loved, the man I trusted with my heart, my body, my life. He just called me a w***e and our son a bastard.

He turned his back on me and was now taking my other child from me. My vision blurred then, everything was finally crashing down on me and I couldn't take it. My body went limp on the floor, and I could do nothing but watch them leave as darkness too over me.

But not before I called out to him one more time. “Kayden, I didn't betray you.” Except no one was in the room anymore.

I was truly alone.