I Signed The Divorce And Never Signed Back In Chapter 02
The room went dead silent.
Then Jason let out a dismissive laugh. “Pregnant? What a joke. I haven’t touched you in forever.”
I rolled my eyes. This guy’s ego was something else. Did he really think I’d been waiting around for him?
Kimberly laughed too, her expression dripping with smugness.
“Come on, Ellie, don’t pretend. Even if you’re trying to get Jason’s attention, this is a pretty pathetic way to do it. Did you forget your old nickname? The infertile wife.”
Back when I was married to Jason, no matter how hard we tried, my belly stayed empty. Jason’s mother Margaret hated me for it.
She forced me to drink herbal concoctions.
I endured all the insults and humiliation, and Jason would just say, “She’s just looking out for you. Just bear with it.”
Then I got hold of Jason’s medical report. He had a low sperm count. He was the one with the problem. It was never me.
I didn’t bother explaining. I just held out my hand to Jason.
“Give me back my mother’s necklace.”
I had come back for two things. One was to buy back my family estate at auction. The other was to retrieve my mother’s last gift to me.
It was a sapphire pendant necklace. I had thought I lost it and blamed myself for years.
For two years, Kimberly posted almost daily about her life with Jason. Hand holding, kissing, breakfast in bed, expensive bags and jewelry. Every caption took a jab at me.
I never cared; I even found it funny.
Then last month, the necklace appeared in one of Kimberly’s posts. A mirror selfie.
The caption read: [I said my neck felt empty, and he gave me a million-dollar sapphire pendant. So this is what it feels like to be truly cared for.]
That was when I realized the necklace hadn’t been lost. Jason had just given it to Kimberly.
What right did he have?
My mother had designed that necklace on her deathbed, lying in a hospital bed with her bruised, needle-scarred hands drawing every line.
Jason rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You never wore jewelry anyway. What did you need it for?”
“Are you serious?” I clenched my fists. “You know how important that necklace is to me. It’s all I have left of her.”
Kimberly gasped dramatically from the side. “Wait, Ellie, you’re talking about this necklace?”
She opened her purse, pulled out the pendant, and dangled it in front of me.
“You should have said something sooner. Your mom was so good to me. I could never keep something of hers.”
Bitterness tightened my chest.
Kimberly and I used to be best friends. My mother had treated Kimberly like a second daughter. But on the day of my mother’s funeral, Kimberly crawled into Jason’s bed.
That night, I had sobbed until I couldn’t breathe and called Kimberly for comfort. Instead, I heard wet, slapping sounds and familiar gasps through the phone.
The photos came later that night, sent by Kimberly herself.
[Ellie, what’s the point of marrying Jason if he still ends up with me?]
So on our anniversary, when Jason showed me those photos, I wasn’t surprised. I felt relieved.
I snapped back to the present and stood up to take the necklace.
Kimberly swung her arm and tossed it out the window.
She yelped and stuck out her tongue. “Oh my god, Ellie, I’m so sorry. It just slipped.”
My heart lurched. I rushed to the window and looked down.
Thirty three floors. Nothing but empty air below.
Tears of rage burned my eyes. My voice shook. “You did that on purpose.”
“Don’t be mad, Ellie. I’ll go get it.”
Kimberly reached for my arm, her eyes watering. I shook her off. Kimberly shrieked and fell back into Jason’s arms.
Two years and she was still so theatrical. And Jason still couldn’t see through her.
He glared at me. “That was too far. She didn’t mean to drop it. Why did you push her?”
I didn’t bother arguing. I shoved past him and ran downstairs.
The necklace was shattered. I searched all night and barely found a few intact stones.
I took them to a jeweler to be restored.
That night, Kimberly posted again. A photo of a prenatal report.
The caption read: [Twins! We’re becoming a family of four.]
I almost laughed out loud.
Jason had no idea how many men Kimberly was seeing behind his back.