After Losing Our Baby, I Cried and He Went Crazy

I blocked the door, no longer wanting to look at Chris.

All I could think about was quickly moving Oliver's stuff out and letting them do whatever they wanted afterward.

I couldn't stand to stay in this house a moment longer.

Yet, it was clear Chloe wasn't about to let me go.

"Chris, all Adeline wanted was to stay here for one night, and I had already promised her. Please, think of something."

That night Oliver had surgery, I begged him in the same way to come over. My tone was a hundred times more humble and weak.

But Chris didn't come.

Now, hearing Chloe's plea, he looked at me, trying to make me relent.

Of course, I remained defiant.

My attitude infuriated Chris, and he was intent on teaching me a lesson.

With a single glance, two bodyguards entered from outside and pinned me down.

Objects were constantly being thrown out of the room.

Curtains, sheets, stuffed animals, books... everything in Oliver's room was mercilessly thrown out.

"No! Stop it! Stop it!"

My heart felt like it was being torn into pieces.

The more I struggled, the more complex the bodyguards pressed me down.

In the end, they almost pressed my face to the ground.

I stared at the things on the ground, but my vision was always blurred by tears, unable to see clearly.

The wrinkled mud figurine was Oliver's hand-made mother, the crooked airplane model was Oliver's birthday gift for Chris, and the children's picture book was what Oliver had read since he was a child...

Chris pressed. "Ashley, apologize."

I nodded desperately.

"I apologize! Don't smash it! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you! I was wrong! Don't smash it!"

Chris stopped; he looked at my humble appearance at that moment. The imagined happiness did not come; instead, there was some irritability.

"Let's go."

Chloe grabbed him.

"Adeline hasn't moved her stuff in yet..."

Before she could finish, Chris silenced her with a cold glare.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The three of them left.

Silence filled the room.

Leaving me alone with my heart shattered.

I finally moved out of that house for good.

I packed up all of Oliver's belongings and moved everything into the new house.

I set up a room just for him.

What Chris couldn't provide, I, as a mother, could.

My Ollie wasn't neglected.

I locked myself in my room, not stepping out for a week.

Once I sorted out my feelings, I started to focus on work.

Before marrying Chris, I owned a design company.

But he disliked me being in the limelight and wanted me to stay at home and take care of the family.

Back then, I was so in love with him that I decisively left the company in the hands of my partner, Samantha Peak, giving her complete control.

I completely lost myself.

Only now do I realize how foolish I was.

I reached out to Samantha and explained the situation.

Samantha was amazed.

"Back then, you handled the technical side, and I managed the finances. But you suddenly left. I was so worried I couldn't sleep for days," she said.

"I'd be more than happy to have you back; together, we'll take the company to new heights!"

I returned to the company busier than ever.

It was fulfilling and liberating.

No longer did I worry about Chris's affections or try to decipher his thoughts. I didn't even need to be jealous of him and Chloe.

My emotions were now stable and predictable.

Every day, I would send Chris a signed copy of the divorce agreement.

But it was as if he never saw them.

He only called me once.

"Ashley, what on earth are you thinking?" he shouted.

I simply responded with a cold, "Sign it."

He hung up the phone in anger.

From that day on, we never spoke on the phone again.

One day, a neighbor from my hometown called to say that the land in front of my family's house was going to be appropriated for a factory.

My blood ran cold.

Oliver's ashes were buried there!

By the time I took a taxi to get there, a fleet of excavators had arrived, their engines roaring to life.

I dashed out of the cab, eyes red, trying to rush in, but Chris stopped me.

"You're insane!" Chris yelled, gripping me tightly, rendering me immobile.

All I could do was watch helplessly as the excavator's giant scoop dug into the lemon tree, unearthing the shattered white urn of ashes.

Everything was destroyed.

I collapsed. I was feeling nearly dead, with only a faint breath escaping my throat.

Chris had personally ordered the excavation of his own child's ashes...

Chris looked at me, his eyes filled with a faint trace of heartache.

Yet, his words were cold.

"Ashley, that land was originally rented by your family from my Walker family. I've demolished the house; I don't need to inform you about it, do I?"

Chloe came over with a sneer.

"Ashley, the land belongs to Chris. Even if you're unhappy that he's using it to build a factory for me, there's no need for this.

"Interfering with construction, I have the right to call the police."

It turned out Chris's sudden decision to demolish was to build a factory for Chloe.

A factory producing the same shoddy dolls that killed his son!

I stood up, my eyes red with fury, and before I knew it, my hand had struck Chris across the face.

Chris was stunned but quickly recovered, his anger uncontrollable.

"Ashley, have you lost your mind?"

"I have gone mad! That place is where Oliver was buried! His ashes are there!"

Chris shuddered. "How is that possible!"

He looked at me incredulously, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Is Oliver in the hospital right now?"

Even he didn't know how his voice quivered, barely able to speak.

His assistant on the other end paused, finally speaking up.

"Mr. Walker, Mr. Oliver Walker... he passed away ten days ago. The land you've started working on was chosen by Mrs. Walker as Mr. Oliver Walker's burial site."