I Divorced Him When He Chose His Mistress Over Dying Mom

Adrianna was caught in the turbulent waves, barely escaping with her life, while my husband was off tending to his first love, who suffered a mere bruise in a minor car accident.

Standing outside the intensive care unit, I called him.

“Honey, Mom’s not doing well. She’s waiting to see you one last time.”

He thought I meant my mother. His response was impatient and irritated. “If your mom’s not well, that's her problem. I’m just her son-in-law, not her son. I don’t have time to come over.”

“Reyna was in an accident and has a scratch on her leg. I need to be with her.”

He hung up the phone and blocked me.

That night, Adrianna passed away, and I handled her affairs alone.

Just as the funeral was ending, my husband suddenly appeared. Looking at the urn in my hands, tears welled up in his eyes.

“I thought... I thought it was your mom.”

I slapped him across the face, my voice shaky with emotion, “Jerk! So, my mom deserved to die?”

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I kept vigil outside the emergency surgery room, watching doctors move in and out. After an agonizing four hours, the surgery light finally went off. The doctor emerged, exhausted, and removed his mask. “I’m sorry, we did everything we could. You should say your goodbyes.”

I rushed into the surgery room, where Adrianna lay on the table, an oxygen mask over her face, barely clinging to life.

“Mom…”

I knelt by her side, holding her hand, tears falling uncontrollably. Since marrying into the family, Adrianna had been more of a mother to me than my own. Seeing her here felt like my heart was being ripped apart. The pain was unbearable.

Adrianna squeezed my hand with all her remaining strength, her voice barely audible. “Ophelia, is Jaden here? I… I want to see him one last time.”

“He’s not picking up the phone. I’ll keep trying.”

I called Jaden Johnson again. My hands trembled so much it took me a while to dial correctly. After countless attempts today, he finally answered.

His voice on the other end was irritable. “Ophelia, why do you keep calling? So I didn’t come home, big deal. Reyna was in a car accident and has a bruise. I’m with her.”

“Stop pestering me with these calls. It’s annoying!”

Reyna Ray! It was always Reyna!

She was always his favorite!

I didn’t want to argue with him now, so I held back my emotions. “Can you come to the hospital? Mom’s not doing well, and she wants to see you one last time.”

I glanced at Adrianna on the table, who seemed to be hanging on by sheer willpower.

But Jaden lashed out at me instead. “Your mother’s health is your problem. I’m just a son-in-law, not a son. I don’t have time to come over—I’m with Reyna.”

“Jaden Johnson!”

I wanted to say more, but Adrianna squeezed my hand again, shaking her head at me. Jaden ended the call right then.

I thought about calling him again, but Adrianna stopped me. “No need… Ophelia. If he can leave me alone at the beach today, I’m done with him. But I can’t stop worrying about you…”

Adrianna struggled to breathe, pausing for a while.

“I’m not going to make it. There are two things I need to say to you.”

I held her hand tightly, tears choking my voice, waiting for her words.

Perhaps sensing the end, Adrianna’s speech was starting to falter.

“Don’t tell that ungrateful child of my passing, and divorce Jaden. He’s not good enough for you.”

With that, her hand suddenly fell, and the life monitor turned into a steady line, emitting a flat, continuous beep.

“Mom!” My choked sobs turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

I shook her, hoping she would wake up, but Adrianna would never wake again.

The doctor heard the commotion and came in, covering Adrianna with a sheet before wheeling her to the morgue.

I spent the whole night sitting by the morgue door. Normally, such a grim place would terrify me, but with Adrianna there, I felt no fear.

The next day, I staggered to my feet and contacted the funeral home to take her away.

After they instructed me on a few things to keep in mind, I decided to go home, shower, and change.

That’s when Jaden called.

I didn’t want to answer, so I declined the call.

He rang again, the urgency of his calls a grating reminder of how he had treated mine yesterday.

I picked up, my voice weary and cold. “What?”

“Ophelia, where were you last night? You’re a married woman; it’s inappropriate not to come home. Who were you with all night?”

“I wasn’t with just one man. I was with many. If you can’t stand it, then let’s get a divorce!”

“You…”

I hung up on Jaden, sensing his fury on the other end just before I did.