Chapter 8
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The nurses rushed up right then to separate us, while I whipped out my phone to call the cops.
They arrested Tina but only locked her up for a couple of days.
Still, Zach was left panicking—the anxiety of his son being operated on in the ICU already took a toll, and now, Tina was arrested too!
However, Tina was his son's mother, and he had to do something.
"Please, Liv…" He came to me and started begging.
"Go away!" I bellowed, slapping him repeatedly until my hand was numb. "I'm still in the postpartum period, and you're already telling me to leave your slut alone?! The audacity!"
"Please, Tina's just worried about our son, and her temper got the better of her! And look at you, only caring for our daughter, as if you've forgotten our son who's hanging by a thread downstairs!"
I simply shrugged at his appeal to emotion. "Of course I'm caring for my daughter—she's my daughter! That bastard downstairs? He could die for all I care!"
Zach blinked, but he now understood that I knew everything, and more words were pointless.
I then whipped out a divorce agreement that I had prepared beforehand and put it in front of him. "I can refrain from pressing charges if you sign this. There's no reason for us to stay together."
"You don't get to leave me! I refuse!" he bellowed after reading through the clauses, ripping it apart. "Sue me if you dare, or dream on!"
I wasn't surprised as I knew that was how he was going to react.
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After Tina was released days later, she could only sneak into the hospital to peek at her baby, as she was now forced to stay well away from my room.
Unfortunately, the bastard proved resilient, as the doctors managed to stabilize his condition and said he'd grow up normal with good care.
However, I was not about to abide with an existence that would hurt my daughter, so when the nurses asked me to buy him clothes or baby bottles, I bought the cheapest.
One of them actually complained to me, "This won't do—it's not pure cotton, and it could cause allergies. And that bottle's too big for him…"
I rolled my eyes at her. "Just make it. Why bother splurging on a sick child? I'll just save the best for my girl."
The nurses really wanted to advise against it but decided to spare themselves the trouble, seeing that I was behaving like some evil stepmother, and left.
Tina, who was hiding behind a corner, could choke as she was eavesdropping, fuming as I kept abusing her baby boy.
But that was just the start, as I kept buying imported baby formula and silk diapers for my daughter.
As for her son? He could have cheap milk and second-hand cloth diapers—the type that left his bottom red and swollen after use.
Eventually, Tina had enough and charged at me, bellowing, "You have no right! Stop giving my son that cheap stuff!"
"Oh, but I have every right—I'm his mother," I retorted. "He will use whatever I gave him."
Pausing, I then finished emphatically, "He's my son now, so I will definitely spoil him rotten."
Tina could only stare at me, her eyes wide with fear.
After all, she knew that she was lucky her son was still in the hospital, or he'd be dead in days if I took him home.
She handed everything she bought to a nurse and told her to take care of him, but she couldn't answer the nurse when the nurse asked who the boy was to her.
As such, the nurses refused to use what she brought, in case of malicious intent.
She tried her damndest to reason with the nurses, but no one believed her, even calling the cops on her for suspected human trafficking.
In the afternoon, I was just nursing my daughter when the nurses knocked on my door. "It's time to change your bandages. Come along."
I nodded, coaxed the baby in my arms to sleep, and tucked her in a swaddle in the crib.
After changing my bandages and returning to the room, we found Tina on her knees, holding the swaddle and wailing.
