My Daughter's Ashes Box and My Divorce Certificate

Eddie wouldn't let me leave.

I stared at the cold rain outside, wrapped Ruth and me in a blanket, and opened the window.

I heard muffled thunder, and the walls were wet from the rain.

I looked at Ruth's flushed face, took a deep breath, and climbed downstairs with her on my back.

The walls were too slippery, and I almost fell several times.

My feet touched the ground.

Instantly, I rushed to the hospital, not caring about my worn-out fingers at all.

The Ford family's villa was built halfway up the mountain.

I ran along the road for a long time. Then I finally saw a car until I lost one of my shoes.

"My girl is sick! Please! Please save her!"

The owner of the luxury car kindly took us to the hospital.

When the doctor took Ruth from my arms, his expression became serious at once.

"Get the operating room ready! Now!"

Ruth was pushed into the operating room.

Several hours passed.

The door of the operating room was opened, and the doctor came out, apologetically shaking his head at me. "Ms. Fisher, we did our best.

"The patient was premature and frail, and the prolonged high fever damaged her brain tissue.

"She has passed away."

Ruth was dead?

I felt numb. l took out my phone, my eyes hollow.

I habitually wanted to tell Eddie everything that happened.

But at that moment, I saw a new push notification from Twitter.

Five minutes ago, Angela tweeted, "I'm so stupid. I didn't even realize I was pregnant!

"My baby knight, when you come into this world, you have to protect me with Daddy and drive away all the bad guys who want to separate us!"

I saw the photo of the ultrasound image. Eddie was the father, and she was the mother.

Ruth was dead, and Eddie had another child.

I collapsed to the ground and couldn't breathe.

Why?

Angela's baby is envied by everyone for having a beautiful mom and a rich dad.

But Ruth, my girl, is lying alone on the cold bed.

She used to be soft, warm, and cute. But now, she's stiff, cold, and dead.

Why?

My heart ached, but I couldn't shed a tear at all.

I followed the doctor's instructions and obtained a death certificate for her.

Then I took her body to the crematorium and put her ashes in a small jar. It was all that was left of her in this world.

After seeing the online news on the internet, Regina Sutton, Eddie's mom, hurried back from France.

She found me in Eddie's villa.

She wanted to say something to me.

But when she saw me trying to stick Ruth's photo onto the urn, she couldn't say a word.

"How could this be?" Her eyelashes trembled, and she hurriedly called Eddie to come back.

Yet he wasn't the only one who came back. Angela tagged along.

"Regina, Eddie tells me you like puppies.

"I picked this puppy for you. Do you like it?"

Angela's face was full of flattery, and she was about to stuff the puppy into Regina's arms.

But Regina pulled a long face and ignored her.

"Eddie, what were you doing last night? Do you know..."

She wanted to tell Eddie Ruth was dead.

But before she could say anything, Angela's dog kicked over the urn I had placed on the table.

The ceramic urn fell on the marble and shattered into pieces.

Ruth's ashes were scattered everywhere.

I was extremely angry. I raised my hand and slapped Angela hard.

Eddie protected her and pushed me away.

"Gloria, are you crazy?

"So what if it's shattered? It's just a bottle. I'll buy you another one! Who gave you the right to hit her?"

Eddie was furious.

Angela smiled and held her stomach while pretending to mediate.

"Eddie, don't get upset with Gloria for me!

"I got pregnant with your baby without her consent. Of course, she hates me."

Eddie's eyes became even colder when he heard her words.

He grabbed my neck and threw me in front of Angela, coldly saying, "Gloria, it's my baby. She doesn't need your permission at all!

"Apologize to Angela now, or..."

He didn't get to finish speaking.

Regina slapped his face.

"Bastard! Do you know what's in that bottle?

"Your daughter is dead! It's her ashes in there!"