At that moment, Jack pulled out some documents.
“Can you still ask for help after seeing this?” he said.
The papers showed an investigation Jack had done quietly.
They explained how Paul had lied about sending money to his parents, but was keeping it for himself, and how he had carelessly spent my hard-earned income.
“I can’t let anyone hurt an important business partner,” Jack said.
His voice was calm, but his eyes were serious.
“I’ve already spoken to our lawyer. You should be ready to pay for what you’ve done,” he told the three of them with a polite but firm smile.
As I lay in my hospital bed, I felt thankful and relieved for everything Jack had done for me.
I looked out the window, feeling peaceful for the first time in a long while.
After that day, all the stress I had been carrying seemed to fade.
I slowly recovered from the danger of early labor and later gave birth to a healthy baby.
My heart was full, happy about my baby’s arrival, but also tired from the delivery.
Jack and my co-workers even came to visit and celebrate.
After I left the hospital, I moved into a new apartment that Jack had helped arrange.
Thanks to him, we chose a place where my ex-husband and his family would never be able to find us.
The new home was in a quiet area away from the noise of the city. It was surrounded by green trees and peaceful silence.
It was the perfect place to relax, take slow walks, and enjoy the calm that nature brings.
Here, my baby and I started a new chapter in life.
I felt a mix of hope and nervousness, but the support from kind people around me helped ease those worries.
A few weeks have passed since I gave birth. I’m on maternity leave now, spending calm, slow days with my newborn.
This time is so special to me.
Jack visits often, bringing things we need and always offering kind words.
One day, he arrived again with more supplies.
When he saw us, he asked gently, “Jennifer, how are you feeling? The baby looks healthy, and that’s the most important thing.”
“Thank you, Jack,” I said with a smile. “We’ve made it through because of your support.”
I invited him inside. After laying the baby in the crib, I made him a warm cup of coffee.
He looked a little serious as he sat down.
“There’s something important I need to talk to you about,” he said. “It’s about your ex-husband and his parents.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked, concerned.
I asked Jack what was going on.
He told me he had been quietly keeping track of my ex-husband and his family to make sure we stayed safe.
They sold their house to pay the compensation and are now living in an old, run-down apartment.
He said, “Your ex-father-in-law lost his job, and now all three of them are working day and night.”
Jack placed some papers on the living room table and explained, “Your ex-husband is doing hard labor at a construction site he’s not used to. Since he was lazy, even with housework, he keeps getting scolded at work and is struggling to keep up.”
He continued, “Your ex-mother-in-law works two jobs. She’s a cashier at a supermarket during the day and works in a sandwich factory at night. She’s exhausted and her back hurts, but she can’t afford to rest or get treatment.”
“As for your ex-father-in-law, he’s been looking for a better job, but his age and lack of experience make it difficult. So now he works as a cashier during the day and a janitor at night.”
Hearing all this, I felt a mix of emotions.
Part of me felt a little sorry for them, but that feeling didn’t last long.
In the end, I knew they were only facing the results of their own actions.
Staying calm, I said, “This is what happens when you betray others.”
Jack nodded and replied, “You’re right. Now you’re free. Let’s focus on your happiness and the baby’s future.”
I agreed completely.
I knew now that my life moving forward would be about my child and myself.
The pain and struggles from before were over.
I was ready to start fresh.
Later, with the help of my lawyer, I asked my ex-husband and his parents to pay alimony and return the money they had taken without asking.
They said they couldn’t pay, but I didn’t care about their excuses anymore.
I stood strong for my future and my child.
“I’m done thinking about marriage,” I said with a smile. “From now on, I’ll live a happy life with my baby.”
Jack smiled and said, “That’s the right choice. You’re strong, and you deserve every bit of happiness coming your way.”
With his kind words and support, I felt hopeful.
From now on, my focus is on building a joyful life with my child.
This new beginning is a big and exciting step forward for both of us.
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