Two months ago, our son had nosebleeds, coinciding with Shawn's research institute meeting. I took our son for a check-up, where he was diagnosed with leukemia.
I had hoped my successful bone marrow match would suffice.
Fortunately, the match was successful.
Unfortunately, my breast tumor was malignant and had spread.
Our son fell ill rapidly, and I comforted him, assuring him his father, like his Superman toy, would come to save him.
I had never been so desperate to find Shawn since our marriage.
I didn't expect him to be a perfect match, but at that moment, both my son and I needed him.
Yet, this time, he believed I was jealous and promptly hung up, playing the vanishing act.
Our son was only six, waiting for his father to come to save him, but in the end, he never showed up.
I couldn't fathom the despair our son felt waiting in vain.
Thinking of this, I hugged our son's favorite toy tightly, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.
As I glanced up, I saw two familiar figures at the clinic's entrance.
Jennifer was pale, clutching her stomach, and Shawn was wearing a pained expression.
"Class four radiation sources won't cause major issues with brief exposure. It's you, suffering from a stomach ache due to anxiety," Shawn remarked.
"Shawn, thank you for being with me these past few days. I don't know how I could have coped without you," Jennifer said, fragile like a swaying gardenia, evoking sympathy.
As Shawn reached out to comfort her, his gaze fell upon me not far away.
His hand froze in mid-air, the tenderness in his eyes turning into awkwardness, then disgust.
"Sandra, you blocked me, talked about divorce, and now you're following me. You don't have anything else to do?"
I avoided his gaze, pulling my eyes away.
Jennifer approached me gently.
"Sorry, Sandra, Shawn was worried I might do something rash, so he took me out to relax. Don't misunderstand," she said innocently, playing the victim as if I were the troublemaker.
I pointed to their closely touching shoulders. "Are you sure he's not your husband?"
Shawn frowned, slightly irritated.
"What are you talking about? There was a leak of radioactive materials at the lab, and I'm just cooperating with the police in the investigation with Jennifer. You make it sound like I'm cheating."
I didn't care anymore.
I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes to rest.