"To trick me into coming back, you’d curse our daughter? Clara, how could you be so vile?"
I cried and shook my head. "No, it's not that, Michael. Skylar really had an accident. Please, come to the hospital to see her, I beg you."
My desperate pleading was met with Michael's impatience.
He said, "Clara, I'm in a meeting. Don't call me again."
He hung up, and when I tried calling back, it was already unreachable.
I was enveloped in loneliness, helplessness, chillness and despair.
I didn't know how long I waited outside the emergency room. Doctors and nurses went in and out, and I signed two critical condition notices.
I cried, begging them to save my daughter.
But in the end, she didn't make it off the operating table.
Unable to accept it, I fainted on the spot.
Hearing my question, Michael paused, ready to say something, but Evelyn spoke first.
"Clara, don't misunderstand. I accidentally fell this morning and had terrible stomach pains. Michael was worried and brought me to the hospital."
Michael frowned, looking at me with eyes full of hatred.
"There's no need to explain to her."
But when he turned to Evelyn, his eyes softened with care.
"Evelyn, the doctor said you need to be observed. Let's go. Don't let anyone affect your mood. It's not good for the baby."
Well.
How laughable. How pathetic.
My lawful husband, indifferent to our daughter's car accident and death.
Yet, he cared so tenderly for another woman’s child.
Even if he didn’t believe the accident, he could see my pale face and bandaged head, but he didn’t ask.
It was as if he couldn’t see me at all.
Watching them leave, Evelyn turned back to give me a taunting smile.
All my strength drained away.
I felt a chilling coldness, my heart encased in ice, devoid of any warmth.
"Michael, let's get a divorce."
Hearing my cold, calm voice, Michael turned sharply.
He looked at me, shocked, then quickly angry.
"Aren’t you tired of using divorce as a ploy?
"If you really wanted a divorce, you wouldn’t have dragged this out for eight years.
"Clara, enough of this nonsense. Evelyn’s misfortune is your doing. I’m caring for her as an act of kindness for you.
"Stop using divorce as a threat. If you do it again, I'll drag you to the court myself."
Michael warned me, not even sparing an extra glance before guiding Evelyn to her room.