I Sent Him Our Child’s Remains with the Divorce Papers

Later in the evening, Jesus still hadn't returned home. This time, he actually called instead of staying over at Catalina's without saying a word.

When I answered, I heard a sweet female voice. "Cali, it's Catalina. Jesus can be so proud and stubborn. I'm apologizing on his behalf. He was just worried and didn't mean to lose his temper with you. You know, one day together is worth a hundred. Now that you're expecting, don't let any argument come between you and Jesus because of me."

Her voice carried no real apology, only a subtle attempt to assert her influence over my life. Previously, I would have snapped back and called her out for her feigned vulnerability and innocence. But this time, I chose not to engage. I no longer cared about Jesus, let alone his so-called soulmate.

"This is between Jesus and me; it's none of your concern. If you have nothing else to say, I'm ending this call."

As I was about to hang up, Catalina began to cry. "Cali, I meant well. How could you humiliate me like this? I'm not a homewrecker, nor am I trash. My relationship with Jesus is pure!"

I was taken aback. What was she talking about? Before I could respond, Jesus grabbed the phone and started yelling. "Cali, what nonsense are you pulling now? Your words are truly venomous. Who raised you to be so uncultured?"

"I've told you countless times, I only see Catalina as a sister! Apologize to her now, or this time, I'm really divorcing you!"

When we were dating, Jesus would often threaten to break up, and after marriage, it became the threat of divorce. He used these threats to manipulate me into submission, even when I was not to blame. But this time, I had no intention of backing down.

"Do whatever you want," I replied coldly.

I hung up and immediately blocked all his contacts. My body still needed time to heal, and the stitches throbbed painfully. But what hurt the most was my heart. Thinking of my poor child, who didn't even get a chance to see the world, I broke down in tears again.

Once my emotions settled, I packed up all my belongings and the things I had prepared for the baby. I glanced at the clock. It was late. Jesus probably wouldn't be home tonight.