"Hey everyone, boarding now with my goddess!"
"Destination: Hawaii."
"I think I might be the happiest man alive right now!"
The comments were full of envy and congratulations.
Wyatt replied to each one earnestly.
When someone in the comments asked, "What about your goddess's husband?"
Wyatt responded: "Who cares about him? Just some greasy middle-aged loser, always looking like a slob, reeking of body odor."
"My goddess had to lie next to him every night. Pure torture."
"But it's all good now—they're divorced. From here on out, she's all mine."
"She's finally free!"
Since Wyatt's profile had videos showing his face, everyone could see he was young, handsome, and full of energy.
So nobody called him out for wrecking a marriage.
Instead, they all wished him and his goddess a happily-ever-after.
Reading this made my blood boil. I made a burner account and left a comment: "Your goddess had a baby with another man. That doesn't bother you?"
Less than two minutes later, Wyatt replied.
"Ha! You think my goddess would ever have a kid with that guy?"
"They didn't have children?"
"She got pregnant once, but I didn't want my goddess ruining her figure from childbirth. So I talked her into getting rid of it."
When I saw that reply, rage shot straight to my head.
So that's why Patricia could never get pregnant these past few years. We'd gone to the hospital, ran all the tests—nothing wrong with either of us.
Her parents had even tried to comfort me, telling me not to stress about it. Pregnancy happens when it happens. Just let nature take its course.
But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this.
There was nothing wrong with our bodies. Patricia could get pregnant.
She had been pregnant. She just never told anyone. Then, at Wyatt's urging, she went behind everyone's backs and quietly had it aborted.
I fought down the urge to kill someone and typed: "You talked her into an abortion. Aren't you afraid of karma?"
Wyatt replied: "Me? Afraid of karma? Ha! Don't make me laugh. There's no such thing."
"As long as my goddess belongs to me and only me."
"Even if lightning struck me down, I'd take it."
"Anyway, gotta go—my goddess and I are off to enjoy our romantic getaway in Hawaii. Later! Catch you in the next video."
After that, Wyatt stopped replying.
And I made a major decision in my heart.
A few days later.
We were eating dinner when my in-laws asked where Patricia was.
They hadn't seen her in days.
I hesitated before answering. "Mom, Dad... Patricia's been busy with a lot of things."
They seemed a little suspicious, but accepted the explanation.
Then, a week later, they got into a car accident.
Calvin Gilbert died at the scene.
Nora Gilbert was badly injured.
Fortunately, after emergency treatment at the hospital, her life was no longer in danger.
But when she learned her husband was dead, she wept uncontrollably, passing out several times.
I stayed at the hospital caring for her for two weeks.
The question she asked most often during that time:
"Where's my daughter?"
I never gave her a straight answer.
Until today.
I had just finished cleaning out her bedpan and was walking back into the room.
She dropped to her knees with a heavy thud.
"Luther, ever since you married into our family..."
"I've treated you like my own son."
"Please. I'm begging you. Tell me what happened to my daughter."
