I thought they’d stop there.
But Mr. He indirectly asked me if my previous
marriage was handled properly; if I needed
help, I could ask him.
I felt a chill; he must have heard something.
The next day, Jason’s father came to my
training class.
He looked at me in disbelief.
“Nina, is that really you?”
After confirming it was me, he stared at me
blankly.
His disgusting gaze lingered, full of surprise.
I brushed off nonexistent dust from my
clothes.
I sneered.
He looked away, sarcastically saying, “No wonder you didn’t want your son. Divorce
suited you, right? You’ve already hooked up with another man.”
“Are you paranoid? Have you seen a
psychiatrist?” I sneered.
He said sourly, “You look good after losing
weight; you’ve even hooked up with Mr. He.
But he doesn’t like older women; many
women in the company like him!”
I knew he’d been talking about me to Mr. He.
I dragged him to a corner, angrily asking,
“Jason’s father, what do you want?”
“What? Ruin your good time! You leave your
son with me and enjoy yourself? No way!”
I took a deep breath, unwilling to waste
energy on him.
“Tell me, why are you all here? What do you
want?”
Jason’s father looked smug and arrogant,
“Come home with me. We need to talk.”
“You think divorce is a game? I’m not going
back to your house!” I was amused.
Jason’s father was prepared; he showed me a
video.
A woman shrieked, “Get out! You bastard,
don’t come back!”
My pupils constricted; I snatched the phone.
It was the Zhou family’s living room; it was a
mess. Jason was crying on the sofa.
An overweight woman ignored him, pulling the
man’s hair, pushing him out, yelling.
She was like a madwoman.
The man pleaded, “Honey, honey, I’m sorry.
Let me see the child; he’s hurt from crying.”
“Get out! Don’t come back! We don’t need
you!”
I couldn’t watch anymore; I trembled, my
limbs cold.
“When did you install a camera?” I yelled.
Jason’s father calmly said, “Nina, I have many
videos of your crazy, ugly side.
If I send them to Mr. He, will he still like you?”
I closed my eyes, then said, “Fine! I want to
see how disgusting you can get!”
In Jason’s father’s car, I remained silent,
looking out the window.
I thought I’d forgotten, that I didn’t care.
But seeing the past, I trembled, too cowardly
to face it.
People would see only a vulgar, unkempt,
heartless woman, unreasonable and uncouth.
But they didn’t know that was when Jason
was five, when he had pneumonia.
My mother–in–law helped for a day then went
dancing.
Jason’s father was busy with work; I couldn’t
reach him even after dozens of calls.
I cared for Jason day and night, running to the hospital, begging, getting scolded by
doctors and nurses.
I couldn’t sleep.
I was constantly worried he’d stop breathing.
the fourth day, Jason’s father finally came
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back; my emotions exploded, resulting in that
video.
This bastard had secretly recorded me.
I suffered, and he watched, pretending not to
know.
He hid the videos, using them to threaten me!
This heartless man!
He did more than just cheat!
I was shaking, convulsing.
Jason’s father touched my leg; his oily voice
filled the car,
“Honey, come back. I realized how important
you are to this family.”
I forced myself to ask, “What about Donna?”
He squeezed my leg, “The baby is small, and
she’s older, her pregnancy is unstable. We
haven’t gotten the marriage license yet.”
I couldn’t take it anymore; I slapped him.
“Scumbag!”
