The surgery was a success, pulling my mom back from the brink of death. I clasped her cold hand, unable to hold back my tears. Ever since Dad passed away two years ago, she's been my only family, and I can’t bear to imagine what would happen if I lost her too. Genevieve stayed by my side through it all, helping with paperwork, comforting me, and looking after me.

I lay exhausted on a hospital bench, completely drained. Waylon never once came by the hospital—didn't call, not even a message. Life seems to have a way of kicking you when you're down. The whirlwind of emotions I’ve been through, combined with severe morning sickness, meant that the baby... was gone.

Dr. Jireh explained with sympathy, "Your pregnancy was already fragile, and with this recent turmoil, it was too much to sustain..."

I lay in the cold hospital bed, feeling like my heart was as empty and chilly as the room around me. I had lost the child and, with it, my last bit of faith in Waylon.

Nala, sitting next to me and wiping my tears, furiously denounced Waylon as a jerk, saying he wasn’t fit to be a husband, let alone a father. I stared at the ceiling, suddenly seeing the absurdity of it all. How could I have ever fallen for someone like him?

If everything else could be shared, why was the burden of losing the child solely mine to carry?

The night I lost my child, I came across a social media post from Kendra Parker while scrolling through my Facebook feed. In the photo, she and Waylon George were sitting at my dining table, surrounded by an impressive spread of dishes. Waylon wore a soft smile, one I had never seen before.

The caption read: "Someone's culinary skills are as impressive as ever!"

Waylon and I had been together for many years, and he had never once cooked for me. Even when I was curled up in pain from cramps, all I asked for was a simple cup of ginger tea. He'd dismissively remark, "Can't you just order something? Stop bothering me."

Yet, here he was, cooking for another woman and looking so pleased. A wave of nausea hit me, not just at Waylon's hypocrisy and cruelty, but at my own naivety and blindness in the past.

That's when I decided—I needed a divorce, for myself and for the child I lost.

When Nala Lawson heard about my decision, she was incredibly supportive. She reassured me confidently, "Don't worry. I have a friend who's an excellent divorce lawyer. They'll make sure you leave that jerk with nothing."

Her words warmed my heart. Having a friend like Nala in my life was truly a blessing amidst my misfortune.

Thinking about the significant amount of money needed for my mom's ongoing treatment, I decided to call a gaming company I had previously invested in.

"Hello, is this Ezrah?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure. "It's Victoria Robinson. You know, the Victoria who invested in your company a while back. Do you have a moment? I need to discuss something with you..."

Ezrah sounded pleasantly surprised on the other end. "Victoria! It's been ages. How have you been?"

After some light conversation, I got straight to the point. I needed to advance my investment dividends because I was in urgent need of funds. Ezrah didn't hesitate. "Of course, how much do you need? I'll transfer it to you right away!"

I felt a twinge of guilt for asking, knowing my investment was only a small part of the company, and that it was still in its growth phase with tight finances. Hesitantly, I suggested, "Ezrah, how about this? Could I advance $10,000? Once my situation improves, I'll pay it back."

Ezrah laughed warmly on the other end. "Victoria, don't worry about it. You supported me when I was just starting out. Let me send you $100,000 instead. Use it without any hesitation—consider it my way of saying thanks!"

I felt a lump in my throat, nearly unable to hold back tears. When I initially invested in Ezrah's company, it was because I believed in his project and his capability. I never imagined he would remember my support so deeply.

Choking up, I managed to say, "Ezrah, thank you, truly. I can't express how grateful I am."

"Victoria, it’s no trouble at all. If there's anything else you need, just let me know, and I'll do whatever I can to help."

As I looked at the bank notification confirming the transfer, my emotions were a whirlwind. A business partner I'd known for less than two years was willing to help me without hesitation in my time of need. And my ex-husband? I regretted ever being blind to what kind of person he truly was.