Wife's Despair After Loss

Damari and I were college sweethearts. From the beginning, his parents disapproved of us. The idea of "social class" seemed like an insurmountable barrier between us. Damari's family was wealthy, and he had been pampered since childhood—used to a life where his every wish was fulfilled.

The only setbacks Damari faced were because of me. First, during our early days, when I was distant and reserved, he fell for me—the introverted woman with a complex family background. Then, although he loved someone else, he ended up trapped in a marriage with me because of a child I used as leverage.

I clearly recall holding up the pregnancy test to pressure him into marriage. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable: "Harlee, you set me up."

Back then, I was determined to ensure no one found happiness. With a bitter smile, I defiantly replied, "Damari, just admit it."

Eventually, Damari gave in, whether out of guilt or obligation. Either way, I got what I wanted. When Nora heard the news, she tried to take her own life. While Damari left me to be with Nora in the hospital, I went in for a procedure to end the pregnancy.

As the cold instruments invaded my body, I recalled the stormy night when Damari's parents summoned me for a confrontation. The moment Damari found out, he was anxiously waiting outside my dorm, rain and wind beating down on him, turning the ground to mud. His nose was red from the cold wind, and when he saw me, there was a misty look in his eyes. He approached carefully and whispered, "Harlee..."

I responded with a simple "hmm," and he tentatively grasped the edge of my coat, softly asking, "Do you still want me?"

When had this pampered young man ever been so dejected?

As I walked out of the hospital, I ran into Damari, who was holding a takeout container. I smiled at him, and he cautiously stepped forward, as if expecting trouble. "Harlee, what more do you want?"

"Nora can't handle any more stress right now. Let's discuss this at home. Please, don't make a scene."

He then ushered me away from the hospital. The rough pull made me cry out in pain, but Damari seemed oblivious to my distress, continuing to drag me along.

I was taken aback. Did he really care for her that much? I hadn't even spoken a word, just smiled. Yet he assumed I'd cause harm.

Defiantly, I shook off his hand and headed towards the nurses' station, loudly asking for Nora's room number. Damari quickly covered my mouth, his breath tense with a warning: "Harlee, that's enough."

His eyes were filled with frustration, every feature of his face accusing me of being unreasonable. I thought, he truly loves her. Enough to ignore my visible weakness, enough to stand against me without hesitation.

I bit him hard, but he kept my mouth covered, refusing to let go. I stomped on his foot out of spite, and he let me. I struggled against him, and he only tightened his grip. It wasn't until I was exhausted and fainted from anger that he finally realized something was wrong.