After My Wife Buried Our Daughter Herself

Maria and I were college classmates. She was the most beautiful girl in our class. She pursued Logan for four years, and I also pursued her for four years.

When she was rejected by Logan, she would always come to me for comfort. I thought my sincerity could move her in the end.

The fact was, she agreed to be with me after graduation.

We got married soon, but she never posted anything about me online.

She said she didn't like to be too high-profile.

"Marriage is a very private matter. As long as we live a good life, that's fine. What do you think?"

"I'll listen to you."

To make her happy, I suppressed my joy and kept our relationship in secret.

It was not until she gave birth to Stella that our lives began to become promising.

After we got married, did laundry, cooking, and housework after getting off from work, and never let her worry about anything.

As long as I looked at Stella's happy smiling face, I was very satisfied.

She could focus on her career and was promoted from an unknown salesperson to deputy manager in just one and a half years.

An internal competition for the marketing manager position was about to happen, but she resigned.

Because Logan came back from abroad.

I didn't know how Logan convinced her to resign.

Yesterday, I was busy working overtime, so I asked her, who had just quit her job, to stay at home and take good care of Stella.

Unexpectedly, she went to the party anyway.

I didn't know why I married her. Over the past three years, she had been completely obedient to me, and I thought she was finally moved by me.

But I didn't expect that a sharp sword was about to stab me and my mother.

I took a last look at Maria's WhatsApp, then looked at my mother who was crying.

During these three years, it was my willfulness that made my mother suffer.

A forced relationship would only make people suffer.

It took me three years and I paid a heavy price to understand this truth.

And it was time for me to let go.