I had always known Javon to be wary and suspicious, yet I never expected that simply because he saw me awake earlier, he would become this ruthless.
My child, my right to be a mother, and now even the chance to walk, he wanted to take it all away.
Javon, must you tear out my heart like this?
In despair, I screamed, struggling to rise, only to sink deeper into the darkness of unconsciousness.
When the haze of anesthesia lifted, I vaguely heard the doctor’s voice. “Mr. Davis, her uterus has been removed. Also, she will never stand again.”
Overcome with delight, Javon repeated twice, “Good! Good!”
When I fully woke, his tears dripped onto my hand, his grief appearing heartbreakingly real.
“Addison, the doctor said your uterus had rotted, you will never be able to bear children again.”
I ignored his words, desperately trying to move my legs.
But there was no sensation at all.
I broke down, sobbing until I could scarcely breathe, my body trembling as I demanded, “Javon, what did you do to my legs?”
His tears fell in heavy drops, his voice choking so hard he could barely form words.
“The anesthesia surgery went wrong. Your lower body… is paralyzed.”
“Addison, don’t be afraid. No matter what you become, I’ll never leave you. I’ll always love you.”
I never imagined Javon’s acting could be so flawless.
He sent the nurses away, personally feeding me oatmeal, wiping my body, and even cleaning my postpartum discharge with his own hands.
Busy until late into the night, he finally leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.
“Addison, you’ve suffered so much carrying children for me. From now on, I’ll treat you twice as well.”
I glanced at his weary face, then coldly turned my eyes away.
“If you’re tired, rest for a while.”
“Alright, I’ll stay here and watch over you. Call me if you need anything.”
When his breathing deepened and he fell asleep, I reached for his other phone.
I had always known Javon kept another one, but I had thought it was only for work, so I had never checked it.
I tried once, and it unlocked immediately.
The password was Cynthia’s birthday.
The lock screen lit up with their wedding photos.
Wedding photos.
He had actually gone to take wedding photos with Cynthia. That white gown pierced my eyes like fire.
With trembling fingers, I opened his WhatsApp. Javon had saved her name as “baby”…
Message after message, the deeper I read, the colder my heart became.