We Divorced After Our Child's Scores Came Out

The SAT scores were released, and my twin children, Osvaldo Mckay and Shania Mckay had been accepted into Harvard University and Stanford University respectively. They were invited by the schools to give speeches.

For the first time, my husband Edgar Mckay agreed to attend and even volunteered to drive us to the school.

But halfway there, his first love Carina Krause complained to him, and he locked us inside the car to reflect on our actions.

In the scorching summer heat, the twins had heart attacks, and I desperately smashed the car windows to try to save them.

We finally escaped, but my children's lives hung by a thread. The only medicine that could save them was in my husband's hands.

I called him again and again, and I heard his first love say to him softly, "Go take a shower since you've taken off your clothes."

I did not have time to dwell on this and shouted urgently, "Edgar! Osvaldo and Shania had heart attacks! Please, give me the medicine to save them!"

My husband snorted coldly, not at all in a hurry. "Carina was right. You really will go to any lengths for attention."

Without hesitation, he blocked my number.

That day, I did everything I could, but still, I could not save my children.

***

The emergency room light stayed on.

My nerves were stretched taut like a wire. The nurses repeatedly urged me to get my hands bandaged, but I kept shaking my head in refusal.

When I saw a doctor come out of the operating room, I clung to him as though he were my last hope, almost kneeling before him.

The doctor looked anxious and helpless. "Begging me will not help. Without the special heart medication, we cannot proceed with the surgery. We've done everything we can, but all we can do now is buy them one more hour."

"I'll find a way. Please, just save my children."

With a borrowed phone in hand, I called Edgar through my tears.

I was so anxious that my hands were trembling, barely able to press the buttons. After several tries, I finally got it right.

But it didn't make it through.

Sweat dripped down my face, and I had no choice but to call Andy Neal, the assistant of Edgar, begging him to help.

"Mrs. Mckay, I'm sorry, but no one except Mr. Mckay and Ms. Krause has permission to access the medicine."

A weight pressed down on my chest. I did not have time to argue. I humbled myself and begged him desperately.

Moved by my plea, Andy gave me Edgar's location.

My hands were already covered in blood from smashing the car windows, shards of glass embedded in my flesh. Yet, I could not feel the pain and just hurried to where he was.

He was at a luxury hotel.

After confirming my identity, the receptionist gave me a room key with a knowing look.

When I opened the door, I found Edgar and Carina sitting side by side on the bed in their bathrobes.

Edgar looked utterly shocked to see me.

It was Carina who spoke first.

"We were just bathing a hamster. Why do you always have to be so suspicious? You even go as far as stalking Edgar's whereabouts."

I could not waste any time or energy arguing with her.

I just pushed Carina aside and turned to Edgar anxiously.

"Osvaldo and Shania had heart attacks! They're in the emergency room right now. You need to give me the heart medication. There's no time!"

Just thinking about my children lying there, their lives hanging by a thread, I felt my heart broken. I just wished I could give anything to take their place.

But my husband, their father, simply looked at me with disdain.

He pulled Carina into his arms, comforting her.

"You're so obsessed with competing for my attention that you're willing to curse your children. You're such a shameless liar, no wonder the kids have come to this point! I'm telling you, if you don't apologize to Carina right now, you and the children are not welcome in the Mckay family anymore."

Earlier today, on the way to the school, Edgar had received a message from Carina. She said Osvaldo and Shania had texted her, calling her a homewrecker.

Enraged, Edgar smashed my phone and locked us in the car to reflect on our behavior while he took another car to comfort Carina.

Thus, my children suffered because of it.

"Edgar!" My fury made my voice hoarse. "I don't have time to argue with you. Give me the medicine, now!"

I reached out to grab his arm, my blood smearing his clothes.

He immediately pushed me away in disgust.

My head hit the hard marble surface behind me with a dull thud, and tears of pain welled up in my eyes.

"At least put on a better act," he sneered, "You're too old to be faking injuries like this. You're even using your children to act out your drama. Do you not care about ruining their future?"

My children were dying. Without the medication, they would have no future at all.

Swallowing my pride, I pleaded with him, "I am not lying. If you don't believe me, you can call the hospital. Edgar, they are your children. Don't you even care about them?"

That comment hit home. He frowned, hesitating for a moment.