After My Wife Buried Our Daughter Herself

"If you feel uncomfortable, just stay there. How could there be a car accident?"

"I'll be there once I'm done with this."

"But...then wait for me."

When I found her with the divorce agreement, I heard her going out while talking on the phone.

She walked very fast.

I took several days of bereavement leave to hold Stella's funeral. Everyone in the company comforted me.

Unexpectedly, Logan also happened to have a car accident at this time.

The video of his accident was playing continuously in the news.

The perpetrator had not been caught yet, and Maria had not been home for several days.

I went to the hospital to find her, but the nurse told me that Maria had gone to the police station to look for the culprit.

She ran everywhere and helped Logan handle the case at the police station.

I put away the divorce agreement when my cell phone rang.

The text message reminded me that I had spent more than 30,000 dollars.

There were many unread text messages, and I was usually too lazy to read them. This time, I took a look because they popped up.

She used my card. What happened that required her to use so much money?

Was there something wrong with her too?

Since Logan's accident, she never answered my calls. After many twists and turns, I finally found her.

But the scene before me hurt me deeply.

She squatted down and wet the towel, then stood up supporting the hospital bed, and gently wiped Logan's body.

Although she was physically weak, she was in good spirits.

It was as if she could transform into a superwoman and never know pain again.

But when I was with her, she wasn't even willing to touch a needle, for fear that it would hurt her.

However, she did this for Logan.

I knocked on the door.

She turned around and saw me, then her expression changed from guilty to indifferent.

"What are you doing here? Just think that I had borrowed thirty thousand dollars from you. I'll return it to you when I get my salary."

The first thing she did was to distance herself from me.

Had I ever asked her for a penny in all these years?

She didn't even care about Stella after Stella died.

I also helped with the funeral. Although she was very busy, she was still helping Logan as a free caregiver.

Maybe the thirty thousand dollars was all spent on Logan.

Logan half sat up from the bed and pretended to be puzzled, saying, "Maria, you still paid for my surgery? Doesn't Lucas know about it? You shouldn't do that."

"The company has been in a big deficit lately. I don't have enough to pay for your surgery. The perpetrator hasn't been caught, and the commercial insurance compensation is not enough. This thirty thousand dollars is just a small fraction. I have no other choice."

"Lucas is your husband, after all, Maria. Maybe he comes here just to ask you to go back. So you should go back first and leave me here to fend for myself, okay?"

Logan sighed and deliberately made himself sound miserable and pitiful.

But I didn't expect that when he said this, he avoided Maria's sight and made lip movements to me.

"You can't never win me!"

It turned out that Logan's target was not Maria from the very beginning.

But me.