The Ring I Sold For Freedom

Breeze

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On the first anniversary of my daughter Maya's death, I went to her grave, feeling the chilling Chicago wind but nothing else. My husband, Ethan, was supposed to be with me, but he texted that "something urgent" came up. When I returned to our penthouse, the sound of a child' s laughter filled our home. It wasn't a memory. There, on our sofa, was Ethan, not alone. A woman with bleached blonde hair, Nicole, sat beside him with a toddler, Leo, on his lap. My breath hitched. The boy had Ethan' s eyes. Ethan, caught off guard, stumbled through introductions. "He's my son," he finally admitted. On the day Maya died, he brought his new family into our home, her home. Then his parents, cold and powerful, delivered their ultimatum: "You will not divorce him. You will forgive him, accept the situation, and give him another child. Or you will never see Maya's grave again." My daughter's final resting place, held hostage. The thought was suffocating. I felt trapped, betrayed, consumed by an injustice that left me numb, yet screaming internally. How could they do this? How could he do this? But a mother's love knows no bounds. I would not let them take Maya from me again. I began selling everything: my valuable art, heirlooms, even my wedding ring. I needed the money to buy Maya a new plot, a final resting place far away from the Scotts, a place that was just ours.

Betrayal Revenge Divorce Drama

Chapter 10

01-06 20:35

Introduction

On the first anniversary of my daughter Maya's death, I went to her grave, feeling the chilling Chicago wind but nothing else.

My husband, Ethan, was supposed to be with me, but he texted that "something urgent" came up.

When I returned to our penthouse, the sound of a child' s laughter filled our home. It wasn't a memory.

There, on our sofa, was Ethan, not alone. A woman with bleached blonde hair, Nicole, sat beside him with a toddler, Leo, on his lap. My breath hitched. The boy had Ethan' s eyes.

Ethan, caught off guard, stumbled through introductions.

"He's my son," he finally admitted. On the day Maya died, he brought his new family into our home, her home.

Then his parents, cold and powerful, delivered their ultimatum: "You will not divorce him. You will forgive him, accept the situation, and give him another child. Or you will never see Maya's grave again."

My daughter's final resting place, held hostage. The thought was suffocating. I felt trapped, betrayed, consumed by an injustice that left me numb, yet screaming internally. How could they do this? How could he do this?

But a mother's love knows no bounds. I would not let them take Maya from me again. I began selling everything: my valuable art, heirlooms, even my wedding ring.

I needed the money to buy Maya a new plot, a final resting place far away from the Scotts, a place that was just ours.