“You’re cruel, aren’t you? You killed my baby!” Carl
roared.
He was unbelievable. Wasn’t he the one who questioned if the baby was even his?
Then, when he realized I had no guy friends except him, he blamed me for getting rid of his baby without his permission–like it was everyone else’s fault but his.
“Carl, you’re the one who killed your child. I’m not letting my kid’s dad be a disgrace. I don’t want my child to grow up ashamed of who their parents are. Understand?”
He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he tried a different approach. “Then why’d you hurt Wendy?”
I didn’t even bother explaining. Wendy had stabbed herself. The truth would come out when the police looked into it.
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“You think I’m cruel? Fine. Then hurry up and divorce this ‘cruel woman‘ so you and your mistress. can finally be together. You trashy couple are meant for each other.”
Carl’s face twisted with anger. “So you still want a divorce after everything? You really want to get rid of me that badly?”
He was driving me insane. How did I never see how shameless he was before?
“You won’t? Fine, we’ll take it to court. I’m seeing this through to the end,” I said.
When I got home, I found the locks hadn’t been changed. I searched the place until I found the property deed, then called a realtor to put the house on the market.
Carl and I had bought it together, and it held all our memories for three years. But now, it just made me feel sick, like this was some kind of cruel joke.
We paid 300 thousand dollars for it, and now it could sell for 450 thousand dollars. With its prime location, offers started coming in within days.
After all these years, I ended up with a few million dollars in assets to my name. And since Carl was walking away with nothing, none of it was going to
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him.
I had my lawyer handle all the finances. Before long, I got the green light that everything was taken care of.
I heard Wendy was discharged from the hospital and had a massive fight with Carl. He was busy trying to calm her down, and with her parents breathing down his neck, he started making wedding plans.
But he never thought he’d come home to an empty house. I was eating pizza with my best friend when he called.
“You sold the house? Why didn’t you talk to me about it first?” he questioned.
I cleared my throat and reminded him, real nicely, that we both paid for that house.
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