The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 19

That night, Jane received a message from Raymond.

The abortion was scheduled for the next morning, deliberately timed to avoid Kingsley.

In the living room, Lucy sat on the sofa playing with one-year-old Molly.

Jane stood still, watching the heartwarming scene, suddenly losing the courage to bring up tomorrow's appointment.

Molly could only say simple words, but Lucy was patiently teaching her to say "Godmother." The little girl, however, kept babbling in a milky voice, "Ma... Mama..."

Every gentle call made Lucy want to cry. She couldn't help but think of the little life in her own belly, destined to disappear.

Her chest felt blocked, stuffy and painful.

After a while, Molly got sleepy, rubbing her eyes and whimpering, "Ma... Mama hug..."

Lucy looked at Jane with a smile, helpless yet adoring. "I'm not trying to steal your thunder, but our baby Molly just can't say 'Godmother' yet."

Jane smiled faintly. "It's fine." She walked over, gently taking Molly into her arms to rock her to sleep.

As the little one settled down, Jane's phone began vibrating incessantly. It was Thurston sending message after message.

Earlier that afternoon, Jane had sent some of his clothes to his office with a message: [Don't you dare come back until I've cooled down.]

He was likely still stuck at the office, reduced to begging for forgiveness via text.

Jane held the sleeping Molly, listening to the constant buzzing, her heavy mood turning irritable. She picked up the phone and typed: [One more text and we're filing for divorce tomorrow afternoon.]

She set the phone aside and looked at Lucy, who was staring blankly from the sofa. She walked over, patted her shoulder, and asked gently, "Lucy, have you made up your mind?"

Lucy didn't speak. Instead, she suddenly reached out and hugged Jane, resting her head on her shoulder. After a long silence, she choked out two muffled words: "Do it."

Jane knew the struggle in her heart. She comforted her softly, "If you want to keep it, I'll help you. Whatever you decide, I'm with you."

Lucy forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. "Okay."

Early the next morning, Jane took Lucy to the hospital, shaking off the tails following them en route.

After the tests were done and Lucy lay on the gurney, her fingers dug into the sheets.

To say she wasn't nervous was a lie; to say it didn't hurt was self-deception. She had looked forward to this little life so much. It was the only glimmer of light in her grey life.