Mom Died Alone, and My Husband Knows How It Happened

My husband Noel Seyfertt left my paralyzed mom home alone to go on a trip with Brianna Bridgers—his childhood friend and Mom's nurse. My mom begged her soninlaw for help, but he just ignored her.

When I came back from a business trip, I found out Mom was gone. A heart attack had taken her while she was all alone. I was grieving and furious when I called Noel.

But he didn't even sound sorry—just annoyed. "I was only gone for a few days with Rian! Are you serious right now? Your mom's been lying in bed for two years and didn't die! But now that we're not home, all of a sudden, you're saying she's dead?!"

That was it for me. I wanted nothing more than a divorce. And suddenly, he was sorry.

The day after Mom's funeral, Noel came back—with Brianna.

I went to Mom's room to pack her things, and just as I opened the door, I heard a startled gasp, followed by the sound of someone scrambling to their feet.

There my husband was, standing awkwardly in the living. On the couch behind him were scattered pieces of lingerie and their halfunpacked luggage.

Brianna scrambled to cover herself, her cheeks turning bright red. "NNellie, I—I had a sore shoulder, so I asked Noel to give me a massage. Don't... don't get the wrong idea, okay?"

Her words were innocent enough, but the way she casually tucked her hair behind her ear revealed something shiny on her wrist.

I couldn't be wrong. It was Mom's wristwatch! The one she never took off!

Suddenly, the image of Mom's struggling face flashed in my mind. Right at that moment, fury erupted in my chest as I lunged forward, grabbing Brianna's wrist and screaming, "This is Mom's wristwatch! Why are you wearing it? What did you do to her?!"

She screamed and tried to pull away, clinging to Noel like a kid. "Noel, help me!"

"Cornelia! What the fuck are you doing?! Let her go!" Noel shouted as he grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back.

But I wouldn't let go.

Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me away, shoving me so hard that I crashed onto the table. He yelled, "You're insane! Get the hell out of here!"

My head hit the corner, making my vision blur. I reached out, managing to grab Brianna's leg. But she kicked me away, crying, "I'm sorry, Nellie! I shouldn't have gone on the trip with Noel! Please, don't scare me like this again!"

"Cornelia! Stop this nonsense!" Noel snapped. "I only took Rian on that trip because I made a promise! She's been taking care of your mom for so long—she deserved a break! Don't act like you're the victim here. If you go crazy like this again, you better take your mom out of my house!"

Blood ran down my face, mixing with my tears, but I refused to give in. I was trembling as I tried to get up, whispering, "Give it back... That's Mom's wristwatch... Give it back to me..."

"You're not listening to me!" Noel ripped the watch off Brianna's wrist and held it high in the air. His eyes burned with rage as he spat, "You better apologize to Rian, or I'll smash this fucking wristwatch!"

"Noel, don't." Brianna clung to his arm, but her eyes glinted with something cruel. Then, with a soft, pitiful voice, she said, "Nellie didn't mean it. I know she just misunderstood me. But I don't really mind as long as you guys aren't fighting."

"Rian, you're too kind," Noel said, pulling her closer. "That's why she keeps doing this to you. You worked so hard taking care of her mom, and she doesn't even appreciate it. Now she's attacking you over some stupid watch? No, this time she's going to learn her lesson!"

He glared down at me, disgust written all over his face. "Listen, Cordelia, this is your last chance. Say you're sorry, or I'll smash this stupid wristwatch into pieces!"

I could barely breathe. My chest felt tight, and my ears buzzed like I was underwater. Humiliated and broken, I forced the words out of my mouth. "BBrianna, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. Please… forgive me."

"Noel, I'm sorry. Please, just give me the wristwatch back."

My voice cracked as I swallowed my pride. In the three years we'd been married, I'd never once lowered myself like this to him until now.

He seemed pleased, stroking Brianna's hair as he asked, "What do you think? Happy now?"

Brianna nodded sweetly, taking the watch. Then, she walked toward me. "Nellie, why cause such a scene? Noel cares about you. If you'd just listened to him, he wouldn't treat you badly."

She crouched down in front of me, leaning in close, flashing a smile only I could see—a silent, taunting smirk. Then, she gasped dramatically, stumbling back with an innocent look. "Nellie, I was only trying to help you two! How could you say something so hurtful?"

"Cornelia!" Noel's face darkened, his voice sharp. "You're still acting out right in front of me?"

He grabbed the watch from Brianna's hand and threw it to the floor as he snarled, "I gave you a chance!"

I froze, staring at the shattered watch on the ground. My chest tightened as I scrambled to pick up the pieces, clutching them in my hands. Tears blurred my vision, and my voice cracked as I cried out, "This was Mom's! It's the only thing she left me—the only thing!"

"You're really still going on about this?" Noel scoffed. "You couldn't handle us being gone for a few days, so you're trying to guilttrip me by telling us your mom's gone? And you call yourself a good daughter, huh? I can't believe you actually said anything to make me feel bad, Cordelia. It's sickening!"

"Exactly," Brianna chimed in. "The day we left, Auntie even called and joked about her chest hurting. I know she just wanted us to come back. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you told her to do it."

"My mom had a heart condition!" My voice shook as I yelled, and tears streamed down my face. "She called you for help! But you just ignored her! And by the time I got home, god, my mom's already gone!"

The memory from the security cam footage burned fresh in my mind—Mom's faint cries for help from behind a locked door.

She was crying for help, but no one came to save her. By the time I broke the lock, all I found was her lifeless body curled on the floor in agony, her nails cracked from scratching the floor.

My husband and Brianna locked my disabled mom in that room to die so they could fulfill some childhood promise to each other!

"Cornelia, do you even realize how much Rian has sacrificed for your mom these past months?" Noel's voice was cold. "I just wanted to take Rian out for a few days to unwind. Is it really necessary for you to make such a scene? And break the door? You think doing this will make me believe your stupid lies?"

He laughed bitterly. "You... and your mom—ugh, liars, the both of you! Brianna told me your mom was faking her paralysis. How long were you planning to keep fooling me, huh?"

I'd heard this accusation before. Back then, I argued, begged him to trust me, and told him to bring in doctors if he didn't believe me.

But he just snapped, "Why would I believe you over Rian? She's a professional nurse with no reason to lie. She's not like you! You'll say anything to get me to support your mom, even if it meant letting her fake paralysis for two years. You're unbelievable!"

Now, standing there, hearing it again, I didn't even have the strength to fight.

Oh, how hilarious and sad it was...

I quietly picked up the broken pieces of Mom's watch and put them in my pocket. Without saying a word, I turned to the master bedroom and went to pack my things.

Three years of this marriage had drained me. The mistrust, the accusations, and the constant uphill battle—it was over. Mom was gone, and I had nothing left to hold onto.

Not long after, Brianna walked into the room, her voice soft but pointed. "Cornelia, where's Auntie? She's still my patient, you know."

I ignored her, continuing to pack.

But that nuts suddenly knelt in front of me, her voice trembling like she was on the verge of tears. "Cornelia, please. Auntie's safety is important! You wouldn't hide her somewhere, right? Right? What if... what if something happens to her?"

"You can hate me all you want, but I've always treated your mom like my own," Brianna blabbered. "Please, no matter how upset you are, don't joke about her health like that!"

Noel came rushing in, immediately pulling her into his arms while glaring at me with frustration. "Cornelia, Rian cares so much about your mom. Why do you always make things difficult for her?"

"Care?!" I let out a bitter laugh, my hands shaking as I unlocked my phone. "This is what you call care?"

I shoved the phone at him, playing the security cam footage I'd found. Though the camera hadn't captured the scene, her words came through loud and clear.

"You useless old hag! Why don't you just die?! Your daughter is shameless just like you!"

The video continued, her voice sharp and unforgiving. "Eat! Go ahead! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!"

In the background, Mom's faint sobs begged for mercy.

But Brianna just mocked my mom even more and threatened her. "Don't you dare tell anyone unless you want Noel to hate your daughter even more? You see, your soninlaw loves me. Do you think he'll believe an old cripple like you over me?"

Each word cut deeper than the last, and my body shook with rage and despair.

If I hadn't stumbled upon this evidence, I might never have known what my mom endured in the past few months.

But Noel? He didn't even flinch as the footage ended. His expression darkened as he sighed, his disappointment directed squarely at me.

"Rian warned me this might happen. The moment we left for our trip, she said your jealousy would make you accuse her of hurting your mom. I didn't believe her then, but now? Cornelia, do you have no shame? Faking a video like this? Have you no conscience?"

Behind him, Brianna clung to him, peeking out to smirk at me. Her lips moved as she mouthed each word: Pathetic old hag.

My vision blurred with rage. Before I knew it, I'd slapped her across the face. "Say that again! I dare you!"

"Cornelia!" Noel immediately stepped in, shielding Brianna from me. His icy glare pierced through me. "Haven't you learned your lesson?! Do you want me to throw you and your mom out?! Apologize to Rian! Now!"

"I'm done with your threats!" My voice cracked, but I refused to back down. "Noel, I want a divorce!"

His expression froze, and the air in the room got thick with tension. For a moment, he looked like he couldn't believe my words. "What… did you just say?"

"I said I want a divorce," I repeated, my tone steady. "From now on, whoever you're with has nothing to do with me."

His face darkened. He stared at me, his disbelief quickly replaced by anger. "You're ending our marriage over something so trivial?!"

Trivial? Wow, Mom's suffering was really nothing but "trivial" to him.

I stared at the man I had shared my life with for three years, and suddenly, I felt like a fool.

Before I could respond, Cong Yuan started sobbing, clutching her cheek dramatically. "Nellie, it's all my fault! Please don't divorce Noel because of me—I don't need an apology. Just... just don't leave him, Nellie, please!"

"Rian, stop blaming yourself," Noel said, softening as he turned to comfort her. Then his gaze snapped back to me, hard and unforgiving. "What, you think you can scare me with divorce? Fine. Let's see how you and your mom survive without me!"

I didn't say another word. I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.

Behind me, a glass shattered at my feet as Noel's voice thundered after me. "If you walk out that door, don't think you can come crawling back! I won't forgive you!"

Brianna chimed in, her tone soft and pleading. "Nellie, think of Auntie. You and her wouldn't have survived these past two years without Noel. Don't be so stubborn—apologize, and we'll forget this ever happened."

Blood trickled down my leg where a shard of glass had cut me, but I barely felt it. I just kept walking straight out of that door.

Behind me, Noel's cold laugh echoed. "You really have the nerve, huh? Go ahead. Leave. But don't bother coming back once you walk out of that door. Even if you kneel and apologize, I won't give you another chance!"

I didn't look back.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, something fell from above and shattered in front of me. It was our wedding photo, thrown down carelessly like trash.

This was Noel's way of showing his anger.

Without a blank face, I stepped over the broken photo and kept walking.

When I got home, I saw my mom's portrait in the living room. At that moment, all the strength left my body. I collapsed on the floor and cried uncontrollably.

I hated myself for not seeing my husband's true intentions and for dragging my mom into her tragic death. It was not a bit worth the three years of marriage I wasted on Noel. The joy of marrying him? It felt like the cruelest joke in the end!

Soon after, I got a call from the home care service asking if I needed a new nurse.

"No," I replied coldly. "My mom is dead."

After hanging up, I contacted a lawyer to begin the divorce process. But before I could do anything, Noel stormed into my place.

"Cornelia!" He yelled. "You attacked Rian earlier and now she's lost her job? How could you be so cruel?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said flatly, trying to shut the door.

Before I could, two men pushed past me and barged in.

"What are you doing here, Noel?!" I cried out in shock. "This is my place! You can't just do whatever you want!"

He sneered and grabbed me. "You said your mom's dead, right? Let's see if that's true. Search the place, boys! I'm going to make sure everyone knows how shameless you and your mom are!"

"Stop!" I struggled against him, crying out, "Mom's dead! She's already gone!"

He hesitated for a moment but then shoved me to the floor.

"You bitch! You dare hit me?!" he roared, his face full of rage.

The impact threw me into a cabinet, and I lay there, hurting, watching them tear apart my apartment. They knocked things over, even smashing Mom's portrait to the floor.

But they didn't find anything. I was the only one home.

When Noel found out, he was surprised. He walked up to me, his gaze cold as he looked down at me.

"Cornelia," he said, "If anything happens to Rian, you and your mom will pay for it!"

"Where is she?!" he demanded, his voice filled with anger. "Where are you hiding your mom?!"

I stared at my mom's portrait, now broken on the floor beneath his foot. Right then, something snapped inside me.

I rushed at him, biting his leg with all my strength. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"

His men pulled me away and held me down, pinning me to the ground like I was some wild animal. I couldn't move or fight back, feeling completely humiliated.

Noel staggered back, holding his leg. He looked down, and finally, he noticed the shattered blackand/white photo beneath his foot.

For a moment, he was confused. "What's this?" he asked.

"That's my mom's portrait!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "She's dead! She died the day after you left for your trip!"