The Child Died After the Husband's First Love Came Back

The three of us went to college together.

Throughout my four years of college, I held a deep crush on Oliver.

I would notice that he had stomach pain and go abroad to find him effective medicine. I would send him peculiar text messages to boost his spirits after a missed award and engage in countless foolish acts driven by my deep infatuation.

Finally, at the height of my hidden affection, I mustered the courage to write him the first love letter of my life. However, he tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

I had known for a long time that he didn't share the same feelings towards me.

But at that time, I couldn't let go of my love and couldn't stop following his news, even though each instance only brought about more heartache.

Later, he fell in love with Cleo.

She was his first love, the one he had loved but couldn't get.

The two had planned to get married after graduation. However, due to Oliver's mother's disdain towards Cleo's family background, he forced her to break up with Oliver.

Afterwards, Cleo went abroad and lost contact with him.

Oliver was deeply traumatized during that period and spent every day indulging in drinking in bars.

Initially, I had planned to study abroad and decided to leave Beachley, embarking on a new chapter in my life.

However, when I discovered the extent of Oliver's devastation following his breakup with Cleo, I couldn't bear to leave.

I followed Oliver quietly every day and drove him home when he was drunk.

I did all of these things not with the expectation that he would fall in love with me, but rather because I was willing to be a silent guardian, helping him overcome it as quickly as possible.

As long as he recovered from the anguish of the breakup, I would leave immediately.

However, everything changed on that rainy night.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, accompanied by pouring rain, I was completely drenched. Quietly, I helped Oliver into the room, but as I did so, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"You followed me every day. Eloise, do you like me so much?" he asked.

With that, he ripped off my soaking-wet clothes and forced me to have sex with him.

I was in pain because he rudely disregarded my consent, forcing me into a non-consensual sexual encounter, which later exposed me to rumors and accusations.

But I liked him. So, even though he used the excuse of being intoxicated when having sex with me, I still forgave him.

But at this time, my parents found out that I was pregnant.

The Lewis family had a long-standing legacy in the business world, amassing significant wealth and establishing themselves as the wealthiest family in Beachley. Similarly, my Maxwell family held a prominent status in Beachley. So, we were suitable for each other.

Under pressure from both families, Oliver had no choice but to have a shotgun wedding with me.

On the day I married into the Lewis family, he abandoned his previously decadent behavior and instead exhibited politeness, tenderness, and affection towards me.

Believing that he had found the motivation to embrace a fresh start, I held onto hope for a joyous life together as a family of three.

However, once the wedding was over and we were alone, he grabbed my wrist viciously, questioning, "Used the child to marry me. Eloise, you happy now?"

With an aura of aggression, he leaned close to me and whispered, "But I don't love you whatsoever. I married you because you are carrying the heir of the Lewis family. In public, I will play the role of a dutiful father, but privately, we will lead separate lives."

True to his words, after our son was born, he frequently professed his love for Sunshine in public and commenced early training to mold him as the future heir of the Lewis family.

His parents were very satisfied with his responsible attitude and valued Sunshine very much.

However, he showed no care for me. At best, he would put on a facade of being a loving couple during significant family gatherings.

Despite his lack of feelings for me, I thought that our son would be the bond that held our family together, ensuring that he would always come back to us.

But only then did I realize that I was too naive.

On the night that Cleo returned home, Sunshine suddenly developed a high fever and fell into a coma.

The doctor said it was a sudden onset of meningitis. The disease was sudden and severe, and it was very likely to leave sequelae that would affect intelligence.

I was alone in the hospital, crying in anxiety. I made numerous calls to Oliver, desperately pleading for him to come and see Sunshine and find a more experienced doctor.

Regrettably, he turned off his phone, left his sick son behind, and rushed to his long-awaited beloved.

It wasn't until the following day that I saw Oliver, who carried the unmistakable scent of makeup and appeared incredibly content. Meanwhile, I had spent the entire night sitting in the hospital, watching over Sunshine without daring to close my eyes.