Free Machine 66E

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5 minutes after the divorce, I flew abroad with my two kids. Meanwhile, all seven members of my ex-in-law’s family had gathered at the maternity clinic to hear his mistress’s ultrasound results, but the doctor’s words left them stunned.
When the nib of my pen met the divorce decree, the clock in the mediator’s office clicked to exactly 10:03 a.m. There were no tears, only a vast silence—the kind of quiet that follows a long, exhausting siege.
David, my husband—now my ex—didn't bother with discretion as he called his mistress right in front of me: "Yes, it’s finished. I’m coming to you now. The checkup is today, isn’t it? Don’t worry, Allison. Your child is the heir to our legacy, after all. We’re coming to see our boy."
He scribbled his name with a jagged flourish and tossed the pen onto the desk with practiced contempt: "The condo and the car are mine. As for the children—if she wants to drag them along, let her. It’s less hassle for my new life."
His older sister, Megan, stood by the door like a sentinel of spite: "Exactly. David needs a woman who is actually giving this family a son. Who would want a used-up housewife with two kids in tow anyway?"
I didn't offer a rebuttal. I simply pushed the condo keys toward him: "What isn't yours, you eventually have to return."
But as I reached the sidewalk, a black Mercedes GLS glided to the curb. A driver in a crisp suit stepped out, bowing toward me: "Miss Catherine, the transport is ready."
David’s face turned a mottled purple with shock. He stammered: "What kind of circus is this? Where would you get that kind of money?"
I didn't answer. While I headed toward the airport, the Coleman clan was descending upon the private clinic. David jumped up as they entered the ultrasound room, his face glowing with pride: "Doctor, is my boy healthy? Look at those shoulders—he’s a fighter, isn’t he?"
But David’s smile died as Dr. Aris’s brow furrowed. He moved the transducer again and again, his eyes darting between the screen and the intake forms. The air in the room became heavy. Dr. Aris didn't answer.
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