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Eight years. Almost 3,000 days and nights.
And this was my reward? A smaller share
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than the woman who bore his child!
I packed my bags silently. This house was
toxic.
“Sarah, I have great news!” Jessica called.
I cut her off. “No. Mark and I are separating.”
My phone showed a photo of Mark and Sarah
visiting his family; she was wearing my
grandmother’s jade pendant!
That night, Mark came into our room. I was
reviewing the divorce papers.
“Sarah, give me back the jade pendant.”
He stopped. “You know. Mom said Sarah’s
baby is a Zhou grandchild, so she brought her
to the temple. But after the baby’s born,
you’ll still be first.”
I repeated, “The pendant. Give it back. It was
for the Zhou family’s daughter–in–law, not for
a uterus.”
He frowned. “Sarah, you don’t have to be so
harsh. It’s a Zhou grandchild!”
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“If you could bear children, there wouldn’t be
a Sarah.” He was saying I caused this.
“Mark, is it my fault? Remember how your
father forced me to have an abortion?
Hypocrites!”
He softened. “Sarah, I didn’t mean to blame
you. I’m trying to balance things, you know?
I’ll never stop loving you.”
He showed me an appointment slip.
“The day after tomorrow is our sixth IVF
attempt. Let’s try again?”
“If it works, I promise, Sarah and her child
won’t bother you again. We’ll be a family of
three. Okay?”
I wouldn’t risk my health. And this relationship
was dead.
That day, Mark’s parents and Sarah were
there. I didn’t go.
“She’s a hen that can’t lay eggs!” Mark’s
mother shouted.
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“Mark, just divorce her and marry Sarah! My
grandson needs to be registered!”
Wendy arrived.
Mark rushed over. “Where’s Sarah? I told you
to bring her!”
Wendy was sweating. “No one’s home. She
left a divorce agreement… for you to sign.”
Mark exploded. “Who authorized her to do
that?!”
