The End of Marriage Hides Hatred and Love

Hector frowned and said nothing.

Jenny glanced at Hector, tears streaming down her face.

She said, "Mrs. Courtland, it's not your fault for not having a son. Wyatt is Hector's godson and will be filial to you in the future. Don't get angry and divorce Hector because of this."

A sharp pang shot through me.

Because Aurora was not a boy, I had always been disliked by the Courtland family.

Even though I had been taking care of Hector for twenty years.

Even if I persuaded my parents to help Hector become the youngest dean.

In order to win back Hector, I even took the risk of being an elderly pregnant woman and went for in vitro fertilization. I watched the needles, longer than my forearms, pierce into my body.

But now, everything I did was so ridiculous.

Hector didn't love me or the child I bore.

I recalled a moment from our past when he went to great lengths to bring me a tangerine after discovering my preference for its taste.

He gained the recognition of my parents through his unremitting efforts.

After marriage, he took great care of me and doted on our daughter.

From late-night feedings to diaper changes, he handled everything.

Each morning, I could get his lovingly prepared breakfast and a kiss.

However, this happiness was shattered when my father retired.

He became a different person, busy with social events all day and not coming home all night.

Sometimes, there are even bright lipstick marks on his shirt collar.

Gradually, I realized he married me for my family's resources.

He maintained a relationship with his first love throughout our marriage.

Our family was secondary to Jenny and her son.

Now he could even destroy my family for Wyatt, who had no blood relationship with him.

Hector said impatiently, "Don't embarrass yourself here. Look at what you are like now. Go home right now."

I was in such a mess that I could not compare with the high-spirited Jenny.

Before I could speak, Jenny suddenly fell down with her hands covering her chest.

Jenny said, "Hector, I feel unwell. It seems my condition has worsened."

Hector nervously hugged Jenny in his arms, saying, "Quickly call Aurora and ask her to come over for a bone marrow draw. Now is not the time for you two to get angry."

My daughter was gone!

She died in the hospital while donating bone marrow to Jenny on our 20th wedding anniversary.

I said, "Aurora is gone. Even if she were alive, continuous donations could be fatal. Don't you care about her life?"

Hector didn't even glance at me, and carried Jenny to rush to the hospital.

There was a look of nervousness in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Hector couldn't contact Aurora, so he returned home angrily and forced me to do a matching procedure.

"You must have instigated Aurora to hide. You're willing to risk an innocent life out of jealousy!"

I struggled hard, "Hector, have you seen the urn on the table? Aurora is dead. She died in your hospital to save your sweetheart. My parents were also shocked and died of a recurrence of heart disease. Do you still want to force me to death now?"

Hector's eyes swept across the urn and he sneered, "When did I ask Aurora to donate bone marrow? I told you that the last donation was three years ago. You're lying. If you can't save Jenny, you won't live."

Aurora's ashes were there, but Hector still didn't believe my words.

I struggled to break free and slapped Hector hard.

"Open your eyes and look carefully. Aurora is dead..."