One Missed Call Killed Our Baby

Chapter 9

Lately, this sadness... it's like a tidal wave crashing over my chest, relentless, suffocating.

Every single day, I feel like I'm drowning in the memory of Matthew's last moments.

I miss his little voice, his warm presence, that bright, innocent smile.

And then there's Andrew.

He kept reaching out, saying he wanted me to come back home.

That we could start over.

My answer never changed.

"Divorce."

But he just wouldn't sign the papers.

I even tried going the legal route, but with his connections? Useless.

He told me, point-blank, "As long as I don't agree, you'll never get a divorce."

"I only want you, Emily. I won't let you go."

Ridiculous, isn't it?

I spent years begging for his love, trying everything to win even a fraction of his heart, only to be treated like I didn't exist.

Now that I finally stopped chasing him, he wants to throw around words like sincerity?

It's nauseating.

The more persistent he got, the more desperate I became to break free.

But I felt trapped, with no way out.

And the grief for Matthew? It never let up. It pressed down harder every day.

Like I was this overfilled balloon, just waiting to explode.

So one night, I did the only thing I could think of.

I opened my laptop and poured everything out into a post.

I wrote about the thirty awful years I spent with Andrew, my love and agony for Matthew, and Andrew's endless refusal to let me go.

I held nothing back.

I titled it: "Death of a Son."

I cried more than once while writing it. But when I finally hit "Post," something in me loosened.

For the first time in a long while, I could breathe.

What I didn't expect was for it to go viral.

Thousands of people read it. Thousands cried. The comment section exploded.

User101: I cried. Girl, why didn't you just leave?! He's not worth it.

Skyline: That guy is a total jerk! If he really loved her, he'd let her go. Not force her to live with the man who got their son killed.

Love143: Matthew sounded like such a sweet kid. It should've been the father, not him.

Unknown: Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs, but this man left his son to die. Someone needs to expose him!

The internet didn't hold back.

People started digging. And soon, Andrew's personal info was everywhere.

What followed was chaos.

His company's value plummeted. Business partners fled like rats from a sinking ship.

He lost everything, practically overnight.

And then, the next morning, I got a message from him.

"Emily, I read the post you wrote. I'm sorry for all the years I made you suffer. I thought I could fix things, but I see now that I was only making it worse. I know you don't want to see me again.

I've signed the divorce papers. Tricia will bring them.

Please… take care of yourself."

As if the universe was syncing with the moment, Tricia showed up at my door not long after.

But she didn't just hand me the divorce papers.

She handed me a bank card too.

"Miss Emily," she said softly, "Sir Andrew's health isn't good. The backlash nearly broke him. But this card has everything he could gather, he's giving up what's left to make amends."

And then, just like that, she turned and walked away.