The Ex Wife's Vengeance

Jane's P.O.V:

It had been four years since my marriage with Dave, my husband. We had grown to love, promise and respect each other least that’s what I had convinced myself of. Not until, today, everything changed.

My mother had called in sick and requested for me to come visit. "Make sure to bring your husband." She said. 

I had hoped Dave would at least grant my dying mother's wish. But instead, when I told him about her request, he snapped "Don’t you know," he said with a dismissive flick of his hand, "I hate the smell of hospitals. They make me sick." His words were sharp,. "You go. I’ll be here."

I tried to convince him, saying my mother had requested this but instead he snapped at me and I apologized just like i always did.

I arrived alone at the hospital, with my pale mother lying weakly on the bed.

"Mum, Dave-"

I tried to explain but, she interrupted me, "Of course he won't be here." "He doesn't regard us as family, i warned you from marrying such a man." She scolded.

I sighed. I was unable to defend Dave this time, he had crossed the line. I had no choice but, to apologize for my husband's behavior again and I was glad she ended the topic.

Mum began ranting about how i was unable to conceive and how she needed to see her grandchild before giving up.

"Mum we are trying....Me and my husband." I mummured. Heaven knows i was trying really hard to get a child. I wanted one so bad. At least, it would end the nasty comments Dave's family always said whenever they came visiting.

I remember one time, Dave mother came visiting, and requested for a cup of coffee but, I had tripped and spilled the coffee on my way.

"Can you ever do anything right? You can't even provide me with a grandchild and now even a cup of coffee is difficult." She hissed, spatting at me in disgust.

That night, I cried my eyes out, not because of her hurtful words, but because my husband, Dave who was seated there, didn't bat an eyes to defend me.

"Jane since you're here, why don't you do a test." Mom suggested.

"Jane, are you even listening to me," she called, dragging me back from my memory lane.

I hesitated at the idea of a check up but eventually agreed. It was easier than arguing with her, and deep down, a part of me wondered if she was right.

A few minutes later, the result was brought to me, and I was left in shock.

The doctor’s voice was calm but firm. “Mrs. Miller, your blood tests show traces of a compound often used in contraceptives. Have you been taking any medication like that?”

“No, I’ve been trying to conceive for years. My husband and I... we’ve never used anything like that.”

The doctor frowned, sliding the report across the desk. “These levels aren’t accidental. Someone’s been administering them regularly.”

The room spun. No. It couldn’t be true. It was just me and Dave in the house and I was certain Dave would never do that. He wanted children just as much as I did—didn’t he?

Grabbing my phone, I dialed his number. He answered after several rings, his voice clipped. “What is it, Jane? I’m in the middle of a meeting.”

“I…” My voice cracked. “The doctor said there’s something in my system. A drug. How is that possible, Dave?”

A pause. Then, his tone turned exasperated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Look, I’m busy. We’ll discuss this at home.”

The line went dead.

Stepping out of the hospital, my mind raced at the possibility of being poisoned. "It was impossible, that must have been a fake result." I consoled.  That was when i saw them, Dave and Riya.

Riya, his childhood best friend and someone I’d always been wary of, stood close to him. Too close. His hand rested protectively on her waist, his thumb gently brushing her side. She was smiling, radiant, and unmistakably pregnant.

My breath hitched. My feet moved before my brain could catch up, carrying me toward them. “Dave?”

They both turned, surprise flashing across their faces. Dave quickly dropped his hand from Riya’s waist.

“Jane,” he said, forcing a smile. “What are you doing here?”