Revenge of The Discarded Wife

"So, is this your goal, to divorce me, Damian?" shouted Glara as she stood at the threshold of her house, stunned by the scene before her.

Initially, Glara came to retrieve her belongings left in the house, but she was confronted with a bitter reality that further tore at her heart. "For days, I isolated myself and blamed myself for not being a good wife, until you chose to separate. Is this really what you wanted?" Glara poured out her feelings.

"If it is, why?" Damian replied casually, throwing a mocking glance her way.

"How long have you two been having an affair without my knowledge?"

Damian sighed lazily. "That's none of your business!" He ignored Glara's presence, focusing instead on the vendor's staff arranging chairs and the wedding decorations.

"Who is Damian?" Damian's mother asked from inside their house. "Oh, this poor woman, what is she doing here again?" she remarked after scrutinizing Glara from head to toe. "Oh, you're here to pick up your rotten belongings, right? Wait a moment!" The middle-aged woman nodded and hurried into the house, specifically into the room where Glara and Damian used to live.

Glara fell silent, still unable to believe what was happening in her life. A week ago, Glara decided to return to her hometown after working in Japan for 18 months. However, she was greeted with a series of surprises, including Damian filing for divorce, the sudden change in the attitudes of her in-laws and husband, and the shocking revelation of Damian's marriage plans.

Glara remained still, staring at Damian busy arranging the room with wedding decorations. Glara wanted to step inside, but just a few steps into the house, her progress halted as she saw the arrival of Damian's ex-mother-in-law approaching with several suitcases and a young boy.

"Bring this useless child! All he does is cause trouble!" the woman added, pushing Gama toward Glara.

Swiftly, Glara caught her thin son, Gama. Her heart ached seeing the condition of her only child. "Mother..." Gama uttered while hugging Glara tightly.

Glara clenched her fists, gritting her teeth at the behavior of her ex-husband and ex-mother-in-law. Glara didn't mind if Damian chose to separate, but she couldn't accept her only son being treated so poorly. Suppressing her anger, Glara looked at Damian and his ex-mother-in-law, saying, "Just watch! I will retaliate for everything you've done!"

Instead of being afraid, Damian chuckled. "Retaliate? How are you going to do that? You won't have money if you don't go abroad!" Damian mocked. "Your own family has abandoned you, right? If your family still supported you or gave me a position in their company, I wouldn't have divorced you, Glara Latusha Seraphine," Damian added, taunting Glara, who was still holding her son.

"So, all this time, you were just using me?"

"What is there to be proud of in a woman like you? Not pretty, not sexy. I was forced to marry you. Unfortunately, your family decided to throw you away without even a penny from the company."

Glara shook her head, staring at Damian in disbelief. She truly didn't recognize the Damian standing before her now. "Just wait, both you and your mother will regret this!" Glara said as she carried her son and walked away from Damian, who watched her with a cynical smile.

Glara's steps took her to the asphalt road leading to the house she had bought several years ago. Despite the difficulties, Glara tried her best to carry her son and belongings. Until her steps stopped at a bus stop.

"Gama, what have they been doing to you all this time, dear?" Glara whispered. She stroked her only son's head. The next moment, Glara realized that her son was struggling to breathe. She quickly examined Gama's body. His chest seemed to rise and fall slowly.

"Mom..."

"Gama, what's wrong, dear?" Glara asked in panic, but her son didn't answer. Gama fainted in his mother's arms. Glara became even more panicked; she didn't know what to do now. To make matters worse, the bus Glara was waiting for never arrived. Glara was forced to use a passing taxi to take her to the nearest hospital.

Shortly after, they arrived at their destination. Without thinking about her belongings, Glara rushed to the emergency unit. A nurse, seeing her, took charge of Gama and placed him in a ward.

After ensuring that Gama's body was lying properly, a nurse came out and called the attending doctor. Shortly after, the attending doctor came and examined Jason. "Please wait outside, ma'am."

"But I want to stay with my son here, nurse," Lyra objected.

"I understand, let us check the condition of your son first," the nurse added. Reluctantly, Glara followed the nurse's advice, leaving Gama behind.

Glara played with her fingers, anxious and restless about her only son's condition. She even forgot the heartache caused by Damian. After a short wait, the nurse who had assisted her came out of the room.

"With the patient's mother?" she said with a warm smile. Glara nodded, and the nurse invited Glara inside to meet the doctor in charge of Gama.

"How is my son's condition, doctor?" Glara asked straight to the point.

"Since when has your son been suffering from his illness?" the doctor replied with an expression that couldn't be deciphered.

Glara's forehead wrinkled upon hearing the doctor's question. "Illness? What illness does my son have, doctor?"

The doctor was equally surprised by Glara's expression. "You don't know?"

"Don't know what, doctor?" Glara demanded a clear answer from the doctor.

"Your son is suffering from an illness..."

Glara now sat in front of the intensive care unit, where her beloved son's body rested, the same son she gave birth to four years ago. Glara repeatedly checked her phone, opening mobile banking and messages alternately.

"My savings are not enough to cover Gama's medical expenses. Oh God, what should I do? I don't want to lose the most precious treasure in my life. Gama is the only valuable thing I have," Glara lamented alone. She stared straight ahead at the door and leaned her back against the waiting room chair.

For more than an hour, Glara remained silent, staring at her phone and the door in front of her alternately. Until a voice interrupted her. "The patient is deteriorating, quickly contact his family!" Glara stood up and approached the nurse who was about to enter Gama's room.

"Nurse, what's going on?" Glara asked in panic.

The nurse turned and looked at Glara with pity. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son's condition is worsening. We need to take action immediately."

Glara took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She steadied herself and her heart to dial the number she had been staring at since earlier. "Hello, I need your help!"