My Birthday Is the Anniversary of His First Love’s Death
Language: en
My birthday happens to be the anniversary of his first love’s death. The man who always acts so polite and composed in front of others turned into a raging beast, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me as he screamed: “You wretch! Why wasn’t it you who died back then?” Later, I suffered a miscarriage, lost my mother, and was left with no one. I gave him what he wanted—a divorce. But then, he regretted it. In the pouring rain, he knelt at my feet, begging me to come back. 1 I was pregnant. Clutching the ultrasound report in my hand, I felt no joy—only a heavy, sinking despair. This child was a…