He Chose Her, I Lost Everything

After carefully putting the urn down, I began to pack my child's things one by one.

Clothes, toys, cutlery and paintbrushes.

I then moved to the small desk in the children's room. There was a family photo on the desk, but there were only me and my two daughters in the photo, not Jordon.

I took the photo out of the frame.

The daughter drew a man on the photo with a paintbrush and wrote three words in her childish handwriting next to it.

Dad loves mom and there was a small heart drawn behind it.

I could not hold it in any longer and burst into tears while holding the photo.

In the five years of taking care of the children alone, no matter what happened between Jordon and me, I never said a bad word about Jordon in front of the children.

But children were the most sensitive. They could clearly see that their father did not love their mother.

It was not until nightfall that I finally finished packing the children's things.

I watched the movers load several boxes onto the truck.

“Miss Diana, is there anything else?”

I shook my head, then turned back into the house and placed the divorce agreement with my signature on it on the coffee table.

I left home, hugging the two urns tightly and suddenly felt a sense of calm in my heart.

After a long silence, I pulled out the phone card, broke it in half and threw it out of the car window.

Meanwhile, at Howell Hospital, the old man and my sister-in-law, having received the news, rushed in and intercepted Jordon and Annette during their prenatal checkup.

The moment he saw the old man and his sister, Jordon's face darkened instantly. 

He sneered, “Diana, you’re truly disgusting. You acted all magnanimous at home, staying silent, yet you secretly called them to complain and had them rush here? Pathetic.”

Before Jordon could finish his words, the old man slapped him hard in the face.

“You rebellious son! You killed your own children and you still have the nerve to bring your mistress to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. How could my Howell Family produce such a heartless and rebellious son like you?!”

Jordon staggered and almost fell as he heard that scold.

“You... what did you say?”