He Guaranteed Her Loan, I Filed for Divorce the Same Day Chapter 10

He Guaranteed Her Loan, I Filed for Divorce the Same Day Chapter 10

Darien froze.

Kai shifted his gaze toward me. Hatred burned sharp in his stake.

“I forgive neither of you.”

I leaned against the doorframe of the hospital room and watched him.

“I don’t need your forgiveness.”

“Just make sure you don’t die before me.”

Kai’s pupils contracted. For once, he had no retort.

I turned and left the room.

Behind me I heard Darien’s broken sobs and nurses trying to calm him down.

The elevator doors slid shut. I leaned against the elevator wall and closed my eyes.

My phone lit up with a new message from Liana.

[The court accepted our debt-severance filing. Also, Lorelei’s husband confessed their next planned move. They intended to arrange for you to die of “natural causes”, so your son could

inherit all your assets.]

My fingers tightened around my phone. I sent no reply.

The elevator reached the ground floor. Doors opened.

I stepped outside. Cold autumn wind whipped against my face and stung my eyes.

Kai stayed hospitalized for seven days.

Darien camped out at the hospital every day. He slept on the hard hallway bench overnight.

I did not stay for bedside vigils.

I only showed up on schedule: consult with doctors, submit payments, then leave.

Each time Kai saw me, he twisted his face toward the window.

Once, a nurse changed his dressing and caused him pain. He hissed sharply. I instinctively Preached to steady him.

He violently swatted my hand away and glared.

“Don’t bother with your fake kindness.”

I pulled my hand back, grabbed my bag, and walked out.

I heard him crying behind me, and I kept walking. I did not look back

On the seventh night, Darien’s debt collectors showed up at his parents’ apartment.

They splashed paint on the door and spray-painted four huge characters by the entrance:

[PAY YOUR DEBTS.]

Terrified, the elderly couple were rushed to the emergency room that same night. His father’s blood pressure spiked dangerously high. His mother could barely breathe through her sobbing.

Darien called me, his voice barely audible.

“Elowen, my parents are hospitalized from shock. Go look after them.”

“Be a kind person. They always cared about you.”

I stood by the window of my studio apartment and watched traffic roll past below.

“We are divorced. Your parents are your responsibility.”

Silence hung for a second. Then his voice rose in anger.

“How can you be so heartless! They’re your elders! You were a Hale for eight years!”

“You lived as part of our household for eight years!”

Heavy ragged breathing came through the phone.

“How did you turn into this person, Elowen?”

I ended the call.

Shortly after, he published a long post on his social-media feed.

Title: (Kindness Brought Ruin Down On My Life.]

He wrote about Lorelei’s fake victim act, about how he’d stepped up for his dead best friend’s family, about how two million dollars in debt had crashed his whole world overnight.

His words were earnest, every line dripping with anguish.

His final line read: [But I still don’t regret it. You cannot stand by and watch people suffer.]

Comments blew up.

[You’re such a stand-up guy.]

[Hard to find people this decent these days.]

[Where’s your ex-wife? Why isn’t she helping?]

Darien replied uniformly to that question: Don’t bring her up.

Relatives flooded his feed with comfort messages. One of his aunts sent him five hundred dollars, saying cruel people had taken advantage of his goodness. An uncle promised temporary financial support until he recovered.

Everyone online condemned me for being heartless.

I took a screenshot of Lorelei’s old family-dinner post and shared it inside our big mutual-family group chat.

That was the night Lorelei first cooked dinner at his house.

A family, three dishes and a soup-the warmth of a home.

Under the screenshot I added one sentence: [He was cheating long before any of this.]

The group chat went dead silent.

Darien posted nothing publicly. But he bombarded me with direct private messages.

[Is my whole family destroyed what you wanted?]

[What do you gain when I lose everything?]

[You ignore your own son, abandon my parents. What kind of woman are you?]