Trashed: The Day I Ended My Eight–Year Marriage
After eight years of marriage, I was finally pregnant.
I had just decided to tell my husband, Lowell Henderson, the good news when his secretary, Kaitlynn Warren, “accidentally bumped into me, causing me to fall down the stairs and miscarry.
Kaitlynn was so terrified that her face went pale. She rushed into Lowell’s arms, crying, “Did I mess up again? I’m sorry, you can yell at me..
Lowell’s heart broke as he saw her b
r tears. “Silly girl, it’s fine. You didn’t do it on purpose.
He gave me a sharp glance. “Come on, it was just a fall. Get up. Don’t lie there making a scene!”
At the hospital, the woman in the bed next to mine asked with concern why my husband hadn’t come to see me after my miscarriage. She asked if he was too busy.
I paused for a moment, then turned and tossed my wedding ring into the trash.
“No,” I said softly, Tve just become a widow.”
Chapter 1
Lowell didn’t come home until the dead of night the following day.
He walked in and carelessly threw his coat onto the couch
To his surprise, his clothes from yesterday were still piled there, along with shoes scattered all over the floor.
A flash of irritation crossed his face.
He didn’t notice my pale face or the medicine on the table.
Tve been out all day and night, and I come home to this mess. Do you expect me to clean it up?”
I didn’t even look at him. I felt too tired to remind him that the scent of perfume on his clothes had already given away his whereabouts.
Seeing I didn’t respond, Lowell snorted, “Seems like I married a spoiled princess. Sorry, Your Highness, I forgot you are too good to do the chore.”
I bit my lip and glanced at my hands.
They were calloused, a thin layer of rough skin worn into them.
After we got married, I, who had never done any hard work in my life, gladly tied on an apron to learn how to cook and clean for Lowell,
Back then, even if I burned my hand while cooking, as long as he praised the meal, I could be happy for the rest of the day.
But now, I was tired of it.
Seeing me remain silent, Lowell frowned, finally sensing something was wrong.
He walked over clueless, and reached out to touch my head. I subtly pulled away.
Lowell froze, his voice softening. “What’s wrong? Are you still angry?”
I asked flatly, “What’s the point of being angry?”
Yesterday, at noon, I had just found out I was pregnant and had eagerly gone to tell Lowell the good news.
But before I could, Kaitlynn “accidentally knocked me down the stairs.
By the time Lowell arrived, all he could see was Kaitlynn crying her eyes out. He was comforting her, his face full of concern.
“Silly girl, stop crying. It’s not your fault. Maybe she wasn’t paying attention while walking. A fall might teach her a lesson.
12:05 PM c
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“Come on, show me your smile. You know how much I love it.”
While he was busy wiping away Kaitlynn’s tears, he didn’t even notice my pale lips and the blood staining my dress.
To cheer her up, Lowell promised to take her shopping, and she finally stopped crying.
Meanwhile, as they enjoyed their sweet date, I lay alone in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
My baby was gone.
Tears welled up again in my eyes.
“I just don’t understand you women. Always so angry for no reason, Lowell muttered in frustration.
Seeing my cold attitude, Lowell grew impatient. He tried to turn my face toward him, but when he touched my face, he realized that I was crying.
His expression faltered, finally showing some concern.
“Why are you still crying? It’s just a fall, and I just scolded you a bit. What’s the big deal?
“Okay, fine, it
He pulled me into his arms and sighed softly.
“I’m doing this for
“I’m doing this for us. Can’t you understand?
It’s all my fault, alright? I’m sorry that I’ve been too busy these days and neglected you.”
Yesterday, after my miscarriage, when I was a
at my lowest, Kaitlynn posted an update on her social media.
[Thank you to this gentleman for the flowers! I promise I never
never cry again!
“Do you know how hard I work? I work so much just to give you a better life!”
Hearing his pretty words, I felt nothing.
In the picture, she was smiling brightly, holding roses.
And in the background, I could just make out Lowell’s blurry figure.
However, since I miscarried, Lowell hadn’t reached out to me even once.
The thought made me sick. I shoved him away and casually said, “Yeah, I know. You’ve been busy. Everything’s for me. Thanks, you’re
amazing.”
As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell into an awkward silence.
Lowell looked at me in shock.
After eight years of marriage, this was the first time I had pushed him away.
He’d done it to me countless times anyway.
My love, so eager and unreserved, had become the very blade he used to wound me again and again.
Ignoring his stunned gaze, I turned to walk away.
But suddenly, Lowell grabbed my hand tightly, his voice betraying a hint of panic.
“Bessie, where’s your ring?”
