When Love Turned To A Living Hell

Cong Jin

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I worked three jobs to support my paralyzed husband, Gavin, and our developmentally delayed son, Leo. Life was a relentless grind, but I held our shattered family together, even taking in Gavin's infertile, widowed sister, Celeste. Then, one day, I collapsed from exhaustion at a construction site. My son, Leo, ran to get help, only to be mauled to death by a pack of stray dogs. At a charity gala weeks later, Celeste, wearing a necklace Gavin once gave me, cornered me. She mocked Leo's death, then brutally kicked me in the stomach, causing internal bleeding that led to an emergency hysterectomy. I could never have children again. Gavin, however, believed Celeste's lies that I had attacked her. He threw a razor at my head, called me a monster, and left me bleeding on the floor. When I tried to leave our apartment with Leo's ashes, Gavin and Celeste accused me of cheating. In the struggle, they shattered the urn, scattering my son's remains across the floor. Gavin kicked the ashes, calling them "trash." But hidden inside Leo's teddy bear, I found a voice recorder. On it was a recording of Gavin and Celeste, their voices clear and strong. They had faked his paralysis, stolen his company's assets, and Celeste had even wished for Leo to be gone. The betrayal was so immense, I collapsed, coughing up blood, as my world went dark one last time.

Betrayal Revenge Drama Revenge Female-centered

Chapter 10

01-06 22:09

Chapter 1

Then, one day, I collapsed from exhaustion at a construction site. My son, Leo, ran to get help, only to be mauled to death by a pack of stray dogs.

At a charity gala weeks later, Celeste, wearing a necklace Gavin once gave me, cornered me. She mocked Leo's death, then brutally kicked me in the stomach, causing internal bleeding that led to an emergency hysterectomy. I could never have children again.

Gavin, however, believed Celeste's lies that I had attacked her. He threw a razor at my head, called me a monster, and left me bleeding on the floor.

When I tried to leave our apartment with Leo's ashes, Gavin and Celeste accused me of cheating. In the struggle, they shattered the urn, scattering my son's remains across the floor. Gavin kicked the ashes, calling them "trash."

But hidden inside Leo's teddy bear, I found a voice recorder. On it was a recording of Gavin and Celeste, their voices clear and strong. They had faked his paralysis, stolen his company's assets, and Celeste had even wished for Leo to be gone. The betrayal was so immense, I collapsed, coughing up blood, as my world went dark one last time.

Chapter 1

Alexis POV:

Every day was a fight, a relentless grind against a life that seemed determined to break me. I pushed through the exhaustion, the pain, the constant gnawing fear in my gut. My husband, Gavin, was paralyzed. His tech startup had collapsed, leaving us with nothing but debt and a mountain of medical bills. I was the only one left to hold our shattered family together.

There was my son, Leo, a sweet boy who was five but still had the mind of a toddler. He needed me. And then there was Celeste, Gavin' s sister. She was infertile, a widow, and always around, always needing something. I told myself she was just lonely, that she needed family too.

People stared at Leo sometimes. They saw the way he struggled with words, the way he sometimes just watched the world around him, quietly. They saw our worn clothes, the cheap food. I felt their judgment like a physical weight on my shoulders. It was a constant reminder of how far we had fallen, how much I had to make up for.

I worked three jobs, sometimes four. Cleaning offices, waiting tables, anything that paid cash. My hands were always rough and calloused. My back ached constantly. I dragged myself out of bed before sunrise and didn't stop until long after dark. It was the only way to keep a roof over our heads, to put food on the table, to pay for Gavin's therapy, or what I thought was his therapy.

Leo was small for his age. His developmental delays were made worse by the poor nutrition, the constant stress in our lives. He loved to draw, to quietly play with his worn teddy bear. He deserved so much more than I could give him. He deserved a childhood free from worry.

The sun beat down on the construction site, baking the dust and asphalt. I was hauling cinder blocks, one after another, my muscles screaming in protest. The heat shimmered off the ground, blurring the edges of my vision. I felt a cold sweat break out, then a sudden lightness. My knees buckled. Darkness swallowed me whole.

When I came to, Leo was kneeling beside me, his small face streaked with tears. "Mommy? Mommy, wake up!" he cried, his voice barely a whisper. He looked terrified. He started to shake me, then scrambled to his feet. "I'll get help!" he yelled, and then he was running.

My vision was still blurry, my head pounding. I tried to call out to him, to tell him not to go, but my voice wouldn't come. I watched his small figure disappear around a pile of lumber. A sudden, sharp bark tore through the air. Then another, closer this time, and a guttural growl that made my blood run cold.

A pack of stray dogs. They were always lurking around the site, hungry and aggressive. I tried to push myself up, fear lending me a sudden, desperate strength. Another bark, higher pitched, then a strangled yelp. Leo.

I dragged myself forward, crawling, my hands tearing on the rough ground. The sounds were fading. A terrible silence fell. I rounded the lumber pile, my heart hammering against my ribs. There, in the dirt, was a splash of red.

Leo.

He lay crumpled, his clothes torn, his small body savaged. The dogs were gone. Blood pulsed from a dozen wounds. His eyes were wide open, staring at the unforgiving sky. He wasn't breathing. My son. My sweet, innocent boy. He was gone.

I don't remember screaming. I just remember the world tilting, the ground rushing up to meet me again. Blackness.

When I woke up again, I was in a sterile hospital room. Gavin was there, his face grim, and Celeste sat beside him, patting his hand. They told me about the construction company's settlement. A small amount, barely enough to cover Leo's funeral, but I had to take it. Gavin' s "medical bills" were piling up. I needed to keep him alive, even if Leo was gone. It was all I had left.

Days later, back in our small, stifling apartment, I started going through Leo's things. It was a torture I inflicted on myself, each item a fresh stab of pain. His worn picture books, his crayon drawings. Then I picked up his teddy bear, the one he always slept with. It felt... heavy. Too heavy.

I squeezed it, feeling a small, hard lump inside. There was a tear in the seam. I ripped it open. Tucked deep within the stuffing was a tiny, old-fashioned voice recorder. My hands trembled as I pressed play.

A crackle, then Gavin's voice. Strong, clear, entirely unlike the weak, slurred tones he used from his wheelchair. "It's all set, Celeste. The company assets are transferred. Alexis won't suspect a thing."

My blood ran cold. Celeste's voice, smooth and venomous, followed. "Perfect. She's so gullible. Working herself to death for her 'paralyzed' husband and that... that slow child. Did you see her face when I told her about the bankruptcy? Priceless."

Gavin chuckled. "She thinks I'm a broken man. She thinks she's carrying the world on her shoulders. Let her. It keeps her busy, keeps her from asking questions."

My breath hitched. The recorder felt like a block of ice in my hand. I heard them talking about the money, about how they'd planned it all. The fake paralysis. The staged bankruptcy. It was all a lie. A cruel, elaborate charade.

Then Celeste's voice, dripping with malice. "That boy of hers... always underfoot. Such a burden. Imagine if he were gone. It would simplify things, wouldn't it? Just you and me, Gavin."

Gavin' s reply was a low, chilling laugh. "Darling, you always were the practical one. But for now, let Alexis deal with her precious 'family.' She's too worn out to notice anything anyway."

The recording clicked off. My world spun. The air left my lungs. My body went numb, then a searing heat spread through my veins, quickly followed by an icy tremor. Gavin. Celeste. They had planned it all. They had taken everything. My life. My sanity. My son.

A wave of nausea hit me. My stomach convulsed. I lurched forward, fresh blood pouring from my mouth onto the worn carpet. The room swam around me. The betrayal was too much. The pain was too much. I felt the floor rush up to meet me one last time before everything went dark.