After Losing My Child, I Decided To Divorce

The illness was so severe that I had a splitting headache. In order not to make any noise at night, I bit out blood from my lips hard.

Bruce turned over restlessly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat up, pulling on the bedside lamp to ask me.

"Daisy, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Do you know how annoying you are?"

My heart ached to the point of convulsions that I whispered, "I can't sleep."

My head hurt so much that I couldn't fall asleep.

Bruce sneered, "The child went into your dream to ask for your punishment. How could you possibly sleep? You should have died with him back then. It would have been better than living alone."

He forcefully threw a pillow at me and said, "I don't want to see you. If you can't sleep, then get out!"

I turned off the night light, hugged the pillow, and slowly left to sleep in the next room, which was a well-decorated baby room.

The baby room was well-decorated and everything was neatly arranged, without any signs of use.

I still remembered Bruce holding me and pointing to every corner of the room, talking about the room's decorations, with a gentle and hopeful sparkle in his eyes.

He was a different person than he was now.

I took out the painkillers the doctor prescribed for me from the crib. After taking them, I leaned against the crib and stared up at the sky-blue ceiling without saying a word.

After the intense pain faded away, my mind went blank. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but shed tears. My heart ached so much that it was hard to breathe.

Baby, I was guilty.

I would apologize to you soon.

Please, wait for me.