A strong gust of wind swept past, sending the ashes into the air. My attempt at reaching out and gathering them was futile.
I felt so sorry for failing to protect my unborn child. Now, I had failed to even protect his remains.
Hoarse from crying, I fell on my knees, trembling all over. I clutched tightly to a fistful of ashes.
I felt a warm touch on my back. Hansel was giving me a hug.
He whispered, “Mel, shall I take you home? We can always have another kid. I promise.‘
I flashed a bitter, sarcastic smile at his so–called promise.
11
When we got married eight years ago, he had made a vow, promising to only love me in this life. But reality had proven that such promises were nothing more than poison–coated candies.
“Fine. Let’s go home,” I replied softly.
It was time to pack my belongings and leave. I had no place to call home from the moment Hansel lied to me.
He helped me up from the ground. I shunned Giselle, who tried to support me.
She pouted while looking pitiful. “Mel, I didn’t do that on purpose. I just lost hold of it for a second there… Hansel, you should explain it to her! I really didn’t do it deliberately. You have to trust me.”
But Hansel did not glance at Giselle. He shrugged her hand away.
Holding onto me, he walked past Giselle. Then, he said to her nonchalantly, “You can go home by yourself.”
Giselle was taken aback by his lack of warmth. Feeling wronged, she sat on the ground and clutched her belly. She moaned, “Ouch! My belly hurts! Hansel, help me…”
I felt Hansel grip my shoulder harder, but he did not stop once. He helped me into his car.
