After the funeral services ended, Brian knelt in front of George’s tombstone in a daze. He suddenly began to cry as he looked at
George’s photo on the tombstone.
I only felt hatred and satisfaction when I saw him in pain.
I did not dare to be alone with him, so I prepared to bring up the topic of divorce in front of everyone.
Before I could say it, his phone rang again.
Brian did not answer, but the person kept calling him.
He finally answered the third call.
It was unknown what the caller said, but Brian immediately became anxious.
He stood up to leave.
“Where are you heading again?”
Camden was unhappy and stopped Brian.
“Camden, Dawn is not okay. Her son just passed away from an illness, and Dawn can’t handle it. She’s threatening to kill herself! I need to go!”
I found it ironic when I heard that. Two years ago, I had a child with Brian, but suffered a miscarriage six months into it.
When I was in despair and upset, Brian could not control the delight on his face. He told me that the child did not come at the right time and that we would have children again when the time was right.
I was blinded by my love for him at the time, so I thought he only said that to comfort me and that it was the reason why he appeared unaffected.
Later, I found out that he was the one who caused my miscarriage.
