Chapter 8
The evidence against Nelson and Olivia for assaulting me and causing me to lose my baby was irrefutable. Both of them were convicted and sentenced to prison.
Rosina, unwilling to accept the verdict, exhausted every effort to appeal for Nelson. But it was all in vain.
While they served their sentences, I finalized the divorce and secured full ownership of all our marital assets.
Initially, Rosina tried to harass me both at home and at the hospital where I worked. But with a grandson to care for, she soon had no energy left for her schemes.
I wanted to have a fresh start and escape the gossip, so I transferred to a hospital in a small town.
The small town was peaceful, with no complicated cases to deal with. I lived a very contented life.
From friends and family, I occasionally heard updates about Nelson and his family.
Their child turned out to have cerebral palsy.
Initially, Rosina believed that the baby’s condition was caused by falling at the party; however, subsequent tests revealed it to be genetic.
Rosina tried to shift the blame to the hospital where Olivia had given birth, hoping to demand compensation. However, the hospital presented a heap of evidence, proving that all procedures had been followed correctly.
Worse, they revealed video evidence of Rosina and Nelson assaulting medical staff, leading to Rosina’s detention for a week.
Eventually, Rosina abandoned the child with Olivia’s parents, wanting no part in the responsibility.
She returned to her own carefree life, only to suffer a car accident shortly after. The crash left her paralyzed from the neck down, leading her to become entirely reliant on others for her daily life.
When Nelson and Olivia were released, their relationship had soured beyond repair.
Olivia tried to dump the child back on Nelson, but he refused.
Their arguments escalated until one meeting ended in tragedy. Nelson, in a fit of rage, stabbed Olivia, who died in the hospital
Within a year of his release, Nelson was back in prison, this time sentenced to life. His life was completely ruined.
The villains had all met their just ends.
Years later, my career flourished. I was honored as an exemplary medical professional and invited to give a lecture at a local prison.
Standing at the podium, I addressed the inmates, who listened attentively.
Among the crowd, I spotted a familiar face.
Nelson sat there his eyes lifeless. The arrogance and vitality he once exuded were long gone.
He stared at me without blinking, his expression a mixture of sorrow and regret.
From his uniform, I could clearly see his inmate number, 3527.
I didn’t linger on him. Instead, I continued my speech.
From his uniform, I could clearly see his inmate number, 3527.
I didn’t linger on him. Instead, I continued my speech.
Afterward, as the prisoners filed out, the warden accompanied me toward the exit.
We were chatting when a guard rushed up to him.
“Si inmate 3527 just attempted self–harm!”
“What happened?”
“He had a hidden piece of metal. He slit his wrists!”
The warden apologized and left with the guard.
Walking out of the prison gates, I gazed upward at the clear blue sky, utterly unaffected by the news.
The End.
