Beyond The Grave He Begs For My Mercy
Language: en
Three years ago, I almost died on the delivery table. We lost the baby, and Jackson collapsed outside the operating room, sobbing on his knees until he couldn’t breathe. For the next three years, he was the perfect husband. Devoted. Attentive. He treated me like a piece of fragile porcelain that might shatter at any moment. Yet, the "Procreation System" bar in my mind remained stubbornly stuck at 99%. I started to believe the mission would never be completed, that I was destined to haunt this world forever, tethered to a ghost. On the third anniversary of our child’s death, I went to the…