Losing the Lifesaving Money, I Made Him Pay

I clutched the bank card, my knuckles white and my fingertips cold. The money in that card was painstakingly saved by me—the life-saving surgery cost for Noah. But now, the balance reads zero. I rushed into Bruce Lynn's study; he was leaning back in his chair, smoking, a look of contentment in the smoke-filled air. "Bruce, where's the money from the card?" My voice shook, laden with repressed anger. Bruce shot me a casual glance and flicked the ash from his cigarette. "It's been spent." "You spent it?" I raised my voice, my chest heaving violently. "That was Noah's surgery cost! Where did you spend it?" "I gave it to Stacy Scott as a year-end bonus." Bruce Lynn spoke calmly, as if discussing something trivial. "She's the company's top salesperson; that money should go to her." Stacy Scott—the notorious female salesperson at his company, someone I'd heard about long ago, someone close to him. "Her year-end bonus paid with my son's life-saving money?" I stared at him, a fire of desperation burning in my eyes. "Then what?" Bruce Lynn stood up and stepped toward me, his eyes full of contempt. "The company relies on her to keep things afloat. Noah's surgery can wait a few more days." "A few more days?" I laughed, bitter at how all my years of effort now felt like a joke. "The doctor said Noah's condition can't be delayed. Every day we wait adds to the risk!" "What's all the noise about?" The study door was pushed open, and Stacy Scott walked in, wearing an expensive dress and a new necklace around her neck. It was obvious who bought it. She looked at me with provocation and slipped her arm around Bruce Lynn's. "Susan Jones, there's no need to be this angry," Stacy Scott said in a playful tone, "Mr. Lynn giving me a year-end bonus is recognition of my work. Besides, Mr. Lynn will definitely find a way to handle Noah's situation." "My son is none of your business." I stared at her coldly. "How is it none of my business?" Stacy raised an eyebrow. "Given my relationship with Mr. Lynn, who knows? I might even have some say over Noah in the future." Bruce Lynn didn't push her away; instead, he seemed to accept her words and even reached out to stroke Stacy's hair. "Bruce Lynn, you've really disappointed me." My heart sank like ashes as I said, word by word, "Let's get a divorce." At the mention of the word "divorce," Bruce Lynn's expression darkened instantly. "Susan Jones, don't act shameless," he snapped. "I've made up my mind. Divorce." I turned to get paper and pen to write the divorce agreement. But Bruce Lynn stepped forward quickly and grabbed my wrist, his grip nearly crushing my bones. "How dare you mention divorce?" His eyes were fierce. "Why shouldn't I dare?" I struggled, "You've ignored our son's life and acted inappropriately with another woman. This marriage has to end!" I tore free from his grasp, quickly wrote the divorce agreement, and placed it in front of him. "Sign it." Bruce Lynn looked at the agreement, laughed bitterly, then grabbed it and tore it to pieces. "Divorce? Over my dead body!" "Bruce!" I said, angry and desperate. He raised his hand and slapped me—the sharp sound echoed through the study. I turned my head from the blow, my cheek burning painfully, tears streaming down uncontrollably. "Susan Jones, I'm warning you—behave yourself." Bruce Lynn's voice was icy cold: "If you mention divorce again, I'll make sure you never see Noah again." Stacy Scott sneered coldly from the side, her eyes full of triumph. I covered my burning cheeks, staring at this deceitful couple before me, with only one thought in my heart: I must get a divorce and take Noah away from this nightmare.