Goodbye, Ex-Husband Novel – The phone suddenly rang. “Sandra, I’m going to Ekhathe with some friends tomorrow. Can I borrow your car?” Jeanie’s voice came through the line, soft and pleading, each word like a dagger, stabbing at my ears. After a pause, she added, “I’ll have the driver come by to pick up the keys. Make sure you have them ready.” The line cut to a busy tone, and my trembling hands could barely hold onto the phone.
A cold sweat soaked my back, and in that moment, I realized: I was reborn. I was back on the day Jeanie wanted to borrow my car. In my past life, she had borrowed my car to go on a trip with her friends, specifically choosing my Porsche because it would look great in photos. Without a second thought, I’d agreed. After all, Jeanie, who I’d grown up with, had always been the center of my world, and I’d always pampered her.
But less than half a day later, I received a frantic call from her. Hearing her sobs, I rushed to dial 911 and sped to the hospital. After her surgery, I stayed by her side all night, never leaving her. But when she woke up, the first thing she said was, “Sandra, why did you kill my baby?” I felt like I’d been struck by lightning and frantically tried to explain, “Jeanie, how could I hurt you? I didn’t even know you were pregnant!” But she cried and accused me, “I told you first that I was pregnant.
Not only did you force me to drink iced coffee at the rest stop, but you also slammed on the brakes on the highway, causing me to miscarry!” Bobbie Mayer then pulled up the footage from the dashcam and shouted, “Did you see that? It happened on this stretch of road. You were driving my wife and purposely slammed on the brakes!” “You evil sister, how could you do this to her?” Bobbie’s eyes blazed with fury, like he wanted to tear me apart.
Tears streamed down my face as I desperately defended myself, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t even drive, and I didn’t buy her any coffee.” Just then, my husband Ward burst in, and I thought I’d finally found someone who would back me up. But instead, he pointed at me and yelled, “Sandra, are you still denying it? Here are your bank records. You bought iced coffee. And I even heard you say yourself, ‘I don’t have children, and neither does my sister.'”