When they spoke about Abigail Lovett, both father and son looked truly happy as they walked away hand in hand. I stood there, frozen, shaking all over.
Five years ago, when Damon was diagnosed, I rushed to the hospital for a match and luckily, I was a match. On the day of the surgery, I had just woken up when I received a video of Nicholas being kidnapped. To save him, I took ten painkiller shots and forced myself to the kidnapping site.
But the kidnappers didn’t care. Their only demand was that I be filmed in shameful ways and become their toy. I saw Nicholas nearly dying beside me, so I nodded and agreed. In a second, dozens of men dragged me into a warehouse.
For three days and nights, I was tortured until my body was ruined and my organs started failing. Nicholas also knelt outside the warehouse, banging his head until the ground was covered in blood. When I finally woke up again, not only was I missing a kidney, but they had also taken out my uterus.
During my stay in the hospital, Nicholas and Damon stayed by my side, but those horrible videos were already spreading online. People came to the hospital to scream at me, calling me a slut. They said I had cheated on my husband and son. Even my family’s company removed me.
I was so hopeless that I went up to the rooftop, ready to end my life.
It was Nicholas who arrived just in time, holding our son’s hand and they hugged me tightly. They told me that no matter what others thought, I would always be the one they loved the most. At that moment, my broken heart felt warmth again and their comfort filled me with hope.
So, I stayed at home full-time and took care of them with all my love.
But I never imagined that the people who gave me warmth were the ones who pushed me into pain. And the two people I trusted most hurt me so badly for the same woman.
Tears fell fast and I ran home without thinking. When I opened the door, I saw the family photos hanging on the wall. Over the past five years, every wedding anniversary, photographers and makeup artists came to our house to take family portraits.
Each time, Nicholas would stand on my left and say with loving eyes as he said, “Lily, no matter what happens, I will always love you.”
Meanwhile, Damon would stand on my right and hug me tightly, saying, “Mom, no matter what happens, I will always love you.”