Jonathan. That was the name Javon and I had chosen together for our child, a name that carried the meaning of wholeness and fulfillment. For eight long years, I had yearned for that child.
Countless nights, I had wept, whispering Jonathan’s name into the dark, praying that my lost child would somehow return to me.
And now, he had given that sacred name to Cynthia’s child.
How could he… be this cruel?
“His name is Jonathan. Javon personally chose it, symbolizing completeness and fulfillment,” Cynthia replied softly, her face painted with false innocence.
I could no longer endure it.
They could torment me, they could wound me, but how could they trample on a mother’s love for her child?
Driven to madness, I lunged at Cynthia, wishing only to perish together with her.
But paralyzed from the waist down, all my strength ended with me rolling helplessly off the wheelchair.
Sharon’s face twisted with disgust.
“You useless thing. Lying on the floor like that, isn’t it shameful enough already? If I were you, I’d throw myself into the river this instant. Our family must be cursed to end up with a bitch like you. You’re dragging our lives shorter by the day!”
Javon wanted to help me up, but Cynthia suddenly clutched her chest with a pained frown.
“Javon, my breasts are engorged; it hurts so much.”
Without hesitation, Javon scooped her into his arms. “I’ll take you to rest.”
They disappeared into the room, and my mother-in-law picked up the sleeping child, glaring coldly at me.
“Since you’ve come back, why aren’t you cooking? Are you waiting for this old woman to feed you herself?”
I struggled to rise, my nails digging deep into my palm.
Then enjoy this dinner well. After tonight, I want every single one of you on your knees, begging for forgiveness.
When I finished cooking, I looked around the living room, but neither Javon nor Cynthia was there.
As I reached our bedroom, I froze, my whole body’s blood turning to ice in an instant.
The sounds from inside were unbearable.
Through the crack of the door, I saw Cynthia half-naked, perched on Javon’s lap.
“Javon, isn’t it thrilling? Addison is just outside.”
“You’re wicked, still trying to tempt me at a time like this.”
The sounds inside grew more heated.
I swallowed back the nausea and opened my phone to record.
The two of them were so lost in each other that neither noticed me.