After Losing My Child, I Decided To Divorce

The doctor said that my illness was easily prone to complications of forgetfulness and amnesia, and told me to return to the hospital for a review as soon as I noticed it.

When I was in and out of the baby room eight times in one morning, just to deliver a bottle of prepared milk, I knew I was starting to forget things.

Every time I entered the room, I forgot why I came in, and when I was busy outside, I suddenly remembered, repeating this process eight times before finally completing the task.

I couldn't let this happen.

I bought a notebook and wrote down the tasks that needed to be completed each day every night.

Unfortunately, a few days later, I started to lose my memory and even forgot the notebook.

I had to start keeping a diary, recording my schedule every day.

Bruce was busy at work and he didn't go home often, which allowed me to hide this matter very well.

The time I almost got caught was when he came home suddenly, went into the study to get some documents, and saw me hunched over the desk writing something.

"Daisy, what are you doing here?"

I covered the contents of the diary with my hand and stammered, "Nothing, I haven't done anything."

"This is my place. You are not allowed to come in here in the future."

Bruce frowned and left coldly after saying this without looking at me.

I sighed and looked at the words in the diary. Three seconds later, I crossed them out with a pen.