I watched helplessly as he destroyed my two children.
I didn’t respond to any of the insults.
As if to provoke me further, Steven began to retaliate publicly. He openly brought Kelly to various academic conferences and dinners. They wore matching outfits and held hands during interviews.
Even at the press conference for a project I had successfully funded, he exclaimed, "Kelly has made a significant contribution to this project. Without her, this project wouldn't have been possible."
They exchanged a smile and the media captured their moment. The photo was published with the headline:
"Cardiologist Steven and his wife appear at a research conference."
"Loving couple. Extraordinary. Let’s create a wonderful story together."
He forwarded the news, saying only, "I'm very happy about the new drug release."
He didn’t mention the reporter’s misunderstanding that Kelly was his wife.
The comments were filled with praise for their perfect match and messages of congratulations.
Someone questioned. [Doctor Steven, this isn't appropriate.]
But the next second, the comment was deleted.
I calmly watched it, took a screenshot and sent it to my lawyer.
Perhaps my lack of reaction bored them.
Someone sent me a secretly filmed video. In the dressing room, Kelly’s burns were exposed and Steven was applying medication with a cotton swab.
Kelly groaned, "Doctor Steven, it hurts. Why don’t you just use your finger?"
Steven’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he threw the cotton swab away.
The video ended there.
The person who posted the video sent a laughing emoji with a hand covering his mouth.
[Mrs. Parker, don’t misunderstand. It’s just a change of medication.]
I replied calmly, [No. They’re going to Africa together anyway, so I don’t care what they do.]
On the seventh day after my children’s death, I decorated the house in an Ultraman theme. Their biggest wish had been to have an Ultraman-themed birthday party.
They had waited for a long time, but every year Steven vetoed it, "Why decoration is that important? It’ll mess up the house. Just have cake."
But he rarely even ate birthday cake with them. He always said he was busy and didn’t have time for the children.
But he was free to spend an entire day with Kelly at Disneyland.
My child, you finally made it to this world. You deserved at least one birthday you could enjoy.
With tears in my eyes, I sang Happy Birthday over and over in front of the urn.