On The Day I Divorced Him, I Married His Uncle

“Niece-in-law, are you sure about this? You know I’m like oil and water with your husband, Kevin Dawson. If you choose me, you’re destined to be his mortal enemy.”

My hand trembled violently as I gripped the divorce papers and the equity transfer agreement.

After ten years of marriage, Kevin had slowly worn away all the love I had for him.

On our tenth anniversary, my daughter and I were kidnapped. I frantically called Kevin over and over, but he never picked up. The kidnappers, enraged, stabbed my daughter, leaving her clinging to life in the ICU. I was also badly injured.

When I woke up in the hospital, I ran into Kevin. He was accompanying my best friend to her prenatal checkup at the hospital while holding the hand of a ten-year-old boy. The three of them looked like a happy little family.

My best friend shot me a mocking smile and said, “The kidnappers were our anniversary gift to you from me and Kevin. Your daughter’s still lying in the ICU, isn’t she? If you don’t want her to die, you’d better be smart and leave Kevin on your own.”

She then played a recording for me.

“As soon as we have secured all the Johnson Family shares, we’ll go public with our relationship.”

“I don’t care if the daughter lives or dies. Nate is my eldest son and I’ll make sure he inherits my entire estate. As for Kelly Johnson, I’ll give her enough money to compensate.”

My stomach churned. That was the final straw.

“I’ve made up my mind,” I told his uncle. “Even if I don’t end up with you, I’d still fight in a death match with him.”

“Ten days from now, I’ll marry you. All I ask is that you save my father and save the Johnson Family.”

***

I gripped the pen tightly and signed my name on the agreement, stroke by stroke.

My thoughts went back to the past.

I had been married to Kevin for ten years. I sacrificed everything the Johnson Family had to support and help him, an illegitimate son, so that he could climb to his current position.

On our wedding anniversary, our daughter suggested that Kevin and I take her to an amusement park to reconcile. However, Kevin never showed and that was also the time my daughter and I were kidnapped.

After the kidnappers forced me to call Kevin, I made the call with shaking hands.

The phone rang until its battery went out but Kevin never answered. This made the kidnapper fly into a rage and stab my daughter.

I immediately threw myself over my daughter to protect her, but the kidnappers stabbed me multiple times in the back before shoving me aside.

Although I wanted to protect my daughter again, the intense pain left me unable to move and forced me to watch helplessly as the sharp blade stabbed into her tiny body over and over.

Her intestines spilled out, blood pooling everywhere, as my screams tore through the air.

When the kidnapper raised the knife at me, I closed my eyes in utter despair.

As the excruciating pain hit, the sticky blood splattered my face.

When I came to again, I was in the hospital. I went to the ICU to see my daughter. Her breaths were so faint they were nearly gone.

Her stomach was stitched up, her face ghostly pale, her little body covered in large and small wounds.

Her eyes were tightly shut and no matter how I called to her, she didn’t respond.

I sobbed so hard I nearly passed out. With the nurse’s help, I staggered back to my hospital room.

As I passed the obstetrics and gynecology department, I encountered Kevin and my best friend, Cora Welder.

Cora was happily rubbing her stomach and Kevin was holding the hand of a ten-year-old boy. The family of three looked so happy together.

Cora kissed Kevin on the cheek and said, "Kevin, thank you for making time yesterday to celebrate our son’s birthday together.”

Hiding in the shadows, I felt as if lightning struck me when the words hit me.

It turned out that Cora and Kevin not only had a child, but their son was older than my deceased daughter.

On our wedding anniversary, when he ignored my desperate calls, my daughter was hacked nearly to death because he was too busy celebrating his illegitimate son’s birthday!

My vision went black. I nearly fainted, then dropped to my knees and vomited uncontrollably.

When Kevin saw me, he froze, then rushed over to support me. He anxiously patted my back and even cleaned up my vomit without a hint of disgust. For a second, I was dazed. However, when I looked up, I saw the faint love bites on his neck.

“I’m sorry, Kelly. Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, but I was too busy to answer the phone," he said.

“I've arranged for the best doctor and the best medicine for our baby. She'll be fine. Yesterday was just an accident and it won't happen again," he added.

Busy? Yes ... he was busy celebrating his mistress's and illegitimate son's birthday.

He truly didn't care about me anymore, so he couldn't even be bothered to come up with a decent excuse to deceive me.

Kevin carried me home in his arms, so my face was buried in his neck. However, when the scent of a woman who was not me clinging to his clothes hit my nose, my stomach turned again.

This made Kevin anxious. He stayed by my side all night, as attentive as ever.

When I looked at the worry in his eyes, I couldn't help but frown, my mind filled with my daughter's terrified cries and her blood-red eyes.

Just as I was drifting off, Kevin accidentally played a voice message.

"Kevin, I miss you so much."

When Cora's saccharine voice filled the room, Kevin jolted in surprise, then checked to see if I was awake. After gently tucking me in, he tiptoed out.

The moment he left, I sat up and stayed up all night.

The sound of the door opening snapped me back to reality and I hurriedly hid the divorce agreement and the share transfer documents.

Kevin wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and asked, "Kelly, what are you looking at? It's already so late."