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I stared in disbelief at Katherine’s cruelty.

Watching the conflict in Terry’s eyes, I prayed he would remember our years together and not act so ruthlessly.

“Terry, Madam Lowe’s been in treatment for so long. A day or two won’t make a difference,” Katherine persisted.

I couldn’t understand why she hated me so much that she’d even target my mother.

But what happened next plunged me into despair.

After a moment’s contemplation, Terry locked eyes with Katherine and said, “You’re right. It’s time she learned her lesson.”

Without hesitation, he called the hospital and cut off my mother’s medical funding.

I watched in horror, falling to my knees, begging.

But he couldn’t see or hear me, blind to my tears and deaf to my pleas.

Panic and despair consumed my soul.

My mother had recently been in critical condition, barely pulled back from the brink. She needed proper care now more than

ever.

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But Terry had never paid attention to these details, seemingly bewitched by Katherine.

I had stayed with Terry not just out of love, but because the Shane family covered the steep medical bills.

I couldn’t risk losing that.

But their actions now hurt more than death itself, breeding hatred in my heart.

In our youth, the Lowe and Shane families were close. My mother had treated Terry like her own son.

How could he be so heartless now?

Satisfied with the outcome, Katherine’s smile grew smugger as she coaxed Terry into my bedroom.

When he wasn’t looking, she even removed our wedding photo from the living room wall, tossing it into the storage room. But none of that mattered to me anymore..

My mind raced, consumed with worry for my mother’s safety.