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Ricky Lancaster shoved Isaac Hawthorn’s hand away from mine,
I roared furiously at Isaac Hawthorn: “She’s my wife! Keep your hands off her!”
I scoffed.
“Your wife? We’re divorced. We are nothing to each other.”
Ricky Lancaster was sweating bullets, anxiously trying to explain:
“I told you, this divorce is just for show! I’ll remarry you in a little while.”
I gave a bitter laugh. “Why on earth would I just stand around waiting for you?”
“Wait for what? To be a nanny for you and your mistress? Or to be ganged up on by the two of you?”
Ricky Lancaster opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
I whipped out the Divorce Certificate, slapped it in Ricky Lancaster’s face, and left with Isaac
Hawthorn.
Ricky Lancaster stood there dumbfounded, his face ashen.
On the way to Grandma’s, I carefully applied light makeup to avoid her worrying that I was a
mess.
After seeing Grandma, I confessed the divorce to her.
But I also told a little white lie, saying that Isaac Hawthorn was my first love, my “white
moonlight” from way back when.
Grandma was thrilled with Isaac Hawthorn, smiling as we took a family photo.
Then she whispered to me:
“The way that child looks at you….there’s no mistaking it.”
“Cynthia, Grandma won’t be around for much longer. Promise me you’ll make yourself
happy, and don’t you dare let yourself down.”
I let the tears soak my clothes as I nestled in Grandma’s arms.
After Mom and Dad died unexpectedly, Grandma raised me single–handedly.
Her greatest wish in this life is to see me find someone I truly love and build a little family of
my own.
But Ricky Lancaster always made excuses, refusing to see the only family I had left in this
world.
Looking back, maybe he never truly loved me.
Grandma had fulfilled her wish, as if she’d finally relinquished all earthly concerns.
I woke the next day to find Grandma suddenly unable to speak or move.
I rushed Grandma to the hospital, frantic.
The doctor said it was a miracle Grandma had held on this long.
In her final moments, all I could do was be there,
But then Ricky Lancaster appeared at the hospital.
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He grabbed my hand.
“Cynthia, where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you answered my calls? Do you even know I’ve been looking everywhere for you?”
“I know you’re still angry with me, but can’t you just let it go? I’m crawling back to you now, begging your forgiveness. Just this once, please?”
I shoved Ricky Lancaster’s hand away; I wanted nothing to do with him.
“I made myself perfectly clear the last time we spoke: we’re divorced. We are nothing to
each other.”
“And I am now married, so please, have some decency.”
Ricky Lancaster’s eyes welled up with tears, and he suddenly blocked my path.
“I’ve already sent Jasmine Sue packing. Just come home, will you? I know you only married
Isaac Hawthorn to get back at me.”
“Get a divorce, and let’s just go back to the way things were, okay?”
I don’t understand what Ricky Lancaster is playing at now.
I did exactly as he asked and left him, and now he’s having second thoughts.
Anxious about Grandma being alone, I had security kick Ricky Lancaster out.
But some busybody filmed our little scene and posted it online.
Someone started digging into my past, exposing my relationship with Ricky Lancaster.
Fueled by malicious gossip, I was cyberbullied by Ricky Lancaster and Jasmine Sue’s fans.
They accused me of being a gold digger after Ricky Lancaster’s money, and a homewrecker
ruining their precious romance.
They accused me of faking an illness to extort Ricky Lancaster and Jasmine Sue.
They even said my Grandma deserved to be sick and die, the nerve!
I was shaking with rage, and I couldn’t bear to read another word of their filth.
I took Grandma downstairs for a walk in her wheelchair, only to be ambushed by a mob
throwing rotten eggs and vegetables.
Waving banners proclaiming “Death to the Mistress,” they hurled their venomous insults.
Shielding Grandma in my arms, I saw tears stream down her face as she looked at my
humiliation before she slowly closed her eyes for the last time.
