The Price Of His Choice

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My husband Elliott and I were expecting our first child. Then his ex, Kenya, showed up, claiming she was dying and had his secret son. He chose her. I watched him play happy family with her while I sat alone at our baby' s ultrasound. Later, her son pushed me so hard I nearly miscarried. In the hospital, she sent me a picture of my late father' s locket, shattered, with a text saying Elliott called it "junk." When I confronted her, Elliott violently threw me out of her room. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "She' s fragile!" He was protecting the woman who tried to kill our baby, and calling me the monster. He held me prisoner in our home, parading his new family in public while I was erased. He thought I was too weak to leave, that I' d just accept my new place. The night of their lavish "Welcome Home" party, while the city celebrated his touching love story, I walked out the front door and never looked back.

Divorce Female-centered Divorce Pregnancy Personal growth

Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 22:26

Chapter 1

My husband Elliott and I were expecting our first child. Then his ex, Kenya, showed up, claiming she was dying and had his secret son. He chose her.

I watched him play happy family with her while I sat alone at our baby' s ultrasound. Later, her son pushed me so hard I nearly miscarried.

In the hospital, she sent me a picture of my late father' s locket, shattered, with a text saying Elliott called it "junk."

When I confronted her, Elliott violently threw me out of her room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "She' s fragile!"

He was protecting the woman who tried to kill our baby, and calling me the monster.

He held me prisoner in our home, parading his new family in public while I was erased. He thought I was too weak to leave, that I' d just accept my new place.

The night of their lavish "Welcome Home" party, while the city celebrated his touching love story, I walked out the front door and never looked back.

Chapter 1

My world shattered the moment Elliott walked into our bedroom, his face a mask of guilt, and told me Kenya was back with a child she claimed was his. Just an hour before, I was tracing the curve of my belly, humming a lullaby, lost in the sweet promise of our future. Now, the air in our perfectly appointed home felt heavy, suffocating.

"Jalynn," he started, his voice a low tremor.

I looked at him, my heart already bracing for the impact. He couldn't even meet my eyes.

"Kenya... she's sick. Terminal." He choked on the words. "And she has a son. She says he's mine."

The words hit me like a physical blow. My breath caught in my throat.

"Sick?" I managed to whisper, the single word sounding foreign and thin. "And a son?"

He nodded, dragging a hand through his usually immaculate hair. "She says she didn't want to burden me before. She was trying to protect me."

"Protect you?" My voice rose, a raw edge to it. "By keeping your child a secret for years?"

He flinched. "It's complicated, babe. Her illness, it's... it changed everything. She felt like she had to reach out."

He came closer, reaching for me, but I instinctively pulled away. My body felt cold.

"And you believe her?" I asked, though I already knew the answer in the way he stood, the way his eyes avoided mine.

"She's dying, Jalynn," he pleaded, his voice thick with a guilt I couldn't comprehend. "She's dying, and she needs help. Her son needs a father."

A father. Our baby needed a father.

"What about us?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "What about our baby?"

He finally looked at me then, his eyes wide and pleading. "This changes nothing about us. You are my wife. This baby is our future. You know that. I love you, Jalynn. Only you."

He promised me he'd handle it. He'd find out the truth, support Kenya through her illness, and then return to us, his real family. His words sounded hollow even as he spoke them. I wanted to believe him, every fiber of my being craved that reassurance. But a cold, hard knot had already begun to form in my stomach.

"I need to go see her," he said, the words a fresh wound. "Just... to understand."

I watched him leave, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing me in a house that suddenly felt too big and too empty. He promised to be back before my next doctor's appointment, the one where we'd hear our baby's heartbeat together.

He never showed.

I sat in the waiting room alone, clutching the ultrasound appointment card, feeling the rhythmic thump of my own heart, a lonely counterpoint to the silence where his should have been. The doctor's voice was gentle as she guided me through the scan, pointing out the tiny flicker on the screen. It was beautiful, miraculous. And he missed it.

That evening, a friend called, her voice hesitant. "Jalynn, are you okay? I just... I saw Elliott. He was at the old downtown park. With a woman and a little boy."

My heart dropped. The park. The place where Elliott and I had our first real date. Where he told me he loved me.

I drove there, the world a blur outside my window. The streetlights cast a soft glow, illuminating the familiar iron gates. And there they were. Elliott, laughing, his arm draped around Kenya's shoulders, a small boy clinging to his leg. They looked like a family. His family.

My breath hitched. He was feeding her ice cream, wiping a smudge from her chin with his thumb, the same tender gesture he used for me. My vision blurred, tears stinging my eyes.

I watched as Kenya leaned her head on his shoulder, whispering something. He kissed her forehead. Then, the boy, Leo, pointed at something, and Elliott swung him up into his arms, spinning him around. The boy's laughter echoed in the quiet park. Elliott looked happy. Truly happy. A punch to the gut.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through our shared photos. Pictures of him kissing my forehead, laughing with me, holding my hand. They felt like lies now. I selected a few, the ones where his smile was brightest, and deleted them. All of them. It felt like tearing pages from a story I no longer wanted to read.

Suddenly, a familiar luxury sedan screeched to a halt beside my car. Elliott's mother, Coretta. Her face was set, eyes narrowed. She had seen them too.

Before I could say a word, she was out of her car, storming towards them. "You manipulative witch!" Her voice cut through the evening air, raw with fury.

She lunged at Kenya, a whirlwind of designer coat and righteous anger. Kenya stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock. Coretta's hand connected sharply with Kenya's cheek, a sickening smack that echoed in the quiet park.

"How dare you show your face here again?" Coretta spat, her voice trembling. "After everything your mother did to my family, now you want to destroy my son's life too?"

Elliott, startled, quickly stepped between them, shielding Kenya. "Mom! What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice laced with indignation.

Coretta whirled on him, her eyes blazing. "What am I doing? What are you doing, Elliott? Standing there protecting this... this parasite? Have you forgotten what her mother did? Have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten Jalynn?"

"This has nothing to do with that!" Elliott yelled, his face strained. "Kenya is sick! She's dying! And Leo is my son!"

"Dying?" Coretta scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "She's a liar, Elliott! Just like her mother was! That woman, a home-wrecker, seduced your father, tore our family apart for years! Do you think this one is any different?"

Kenya began to sob then, clutching Elliott's arm. "He's just upset, Mrs. Fulton. He doesn't know what he's saying."

"Don't you dare 'Mrs. Fulton' me!" Coretta's voice rose to a shriek. "You think I don't know your game? You show up, claiming terminal illness, claiming a child, all to leech off my son's wealth! It's a pathetic rerun of your mother's cheap drama!"

Elliott pushed Coretta back, his jaw clenched. "Stop it, Mom! You're making a scene! She's vulnerable!"

The words hit me like a physical blow. Vulnerable. While I sat alone, pregnant, waiting for him, he was calling her vulnerable. My head swam. My stomach lurched. The world tilted.

I felt the dull ache in my lower back, a familiar warning sign. The doctor had told me to avoid stress. Avoid falling. Avoid... everything this night had become.

I pushed open my car door, my legs unsteady, and moved towards Coretta. "Mom," I whispered, reaching for her arm. The effort made my head spin. "Please. I don't feel well."

Elliott finally noticed me then, standing there in the shadows, a ghost at his own wake. His eyes widened, a flicker of panic replacing his anger. "Jalynn?"

He took a step towards me, his hand outstretched. "Jalynn, what are you doing here? Are you okay?"

I recoiled from his touch as if burned. "Don't," I choked out, my voice raw with pain. "Don't come near me."

I turned to Coretta, whose fury had momentarily given way to concern for me. "Mom, please," I pleaded, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "I need to go. I need to leave."

My resolve, so fragile, fractured completely. I felt a wave of nausea. I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but the ground seemed to rush up to meet me.

Then, a sharp shove to my side. Leo, Kenya's son, had charged at me, a small, aggressive ball of fury. "You leave my mommy alone!" he screamed, his small hands pushing hard.

I gasped, losing my footing. My body twisted awkwardly, and I fell. Hard. A searing pain shot through my abdomen. My hand flew to my belly, a desperate attempt to protect my unborn child.

A warm, wet gush. Blood. Too much blood. My vision tunneled.

"Jalynn!" Coretta's horrified shriek cut through the ringing in my ears.

Elliott's face, pale and stricken, hovered above me. "Call an ambulance!" he roared, his voice filled with a desperate terror I suddenly felt deep in my bones.