After Losing My Child, I Decided To Divorce

In order to save someone, I was hit by a car and lost the hardwon baby in my belly.

Since then, my inlaws have blamed me for the death of the child.

My parents blamed me for ruining Dylan, my younger brother's future in the company.

My husband repeatedly questioned why I didn't die together with the child.

Holding the hospital's examination report, I smiled and wept.

Baby, I could finally come to you.

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The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was sickeningly familiar.

I sat in the waiting hall, repeatedly recalling the words the doctor had just said to me.

Recently, I had been suffering from severe headaches, and it turned out that I had a brain tumor.

"Ms Hill, your condition has already progressed to the late stage. There is a constant danger of an outbreak. You must immediately inform your family and be hospitalized for conservative treatment."

I was a medical student and I knew how serious my condition was. The success rate of surgery for my condition was close to zero.

Holding the examination report and reading it over and over again, I blinked and smiled, and tears started to fall.

I came to see the doctor alone this time.

My family members couldn't wait for me to die.

I used to have a happy and harmonious family.

My husband and I were loving and I had a good relationship with my motherinlaw, Emily Lowell.

The only thing that could cause conflict in the family was that I had been unable to conceive a child.

Emily had repeatedly emphasized her desire to have a grandson, and my mother often mentioned that if I had a child, my inlaws would be happy and they would support my brother's work even more.

My husband was the same. He often read parenting magazines and said he would be the best father in the world.

In order to get pregnant, I suffered a lot and finally became pregnant two years ago.

But when I was less than four months pregnant, I was hit by a car that ran a red light on a rainy night while trying to save someone.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and I lost my child.

The doctor looked at my pale face and sighed deeply, saying that I would never be able to conceive again.

Emily's face darkened on the spot and she angrily rushed over to hit me.

"Unlucky wretch! Are you trying to exterminate the Lowell family? How heartless you are! You murderer! Give my grandson back to me!"

Emily was slightly held back by Bruce Lowell, but Bruce also looked at me with great disappointment.

"Why did you save people when so many people passed by? Couldn't you think about the child?"

Why didn't I think about the baby in my belly?

I hadn't had a sound sleep in two years. I often asked myself why I didn't think about the child in my belly.

I didn't know.

It was already dark when I got home. I fumbled to open the door and saw Bruce sitting in the living room, looking tired.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late? Why didn't you cook dinner?"

I hid the hospital bag behind me and answered with my head down, "I just went out for a walk and didn't notice the time."

Bruce suddenly stood up and scolded me harshly.

"Daisy Hill, now that you don't work and don't earn money, can't you even do the housework? Did you go out to loiter on purpose, knowing that I would come back for dinner?"

With the child gone, our marriage completely fell apart.

I was completely dispirited and couldn't go out to work or interact with people. I could only rely on Bruce.

I tried to please him, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time and won't forget. Can I cook for you now? It's not too late."

Bruce impatiently went back to the room and slammed the door loudly, "No need!"

After knowing that I could no longer conceive, I tried to bring up the idea of divorcing Bruce.

The Lowell family loved children so much that they shouldn't let me stop them.

Before I could mention it, my parents stopped me and warned me not to speak out of turn.

"Why do you mention divorce when the Lowell family doesn't? We don't agree! Dylan is about to get promoted at work. If you get divorced and lose the support of the Lowell family, how will Dylan fare in the company in the future?"

"Who would marry a divorced woman who can't have children? Do you want to rely on your parents?"

"If you divorce Bruce, you will never be allowed back into our family. You've harmed your child, and do you want to harm your brother?"

There was a big gap in family background between me and Bruce. Lowell family had a big, wellknown company. If it weren't for Bruce's wholehearted love, I wouldn't have been able to marry into it.

But now, Bruce didn't love me anymore.

Even if I put the hospital's examination report in such an obvious place, he couldn't see it.

The illness was so severe that I had a splitting headache. In order not to make any noise at night, I bit out blood from my lips hard.

Bruce turned over restlessly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat up, pulling on the bedside lamp to ask me.

"Daisy, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Do you know how annoying you are?"

My heart ached to the point of convulsions that I whispered, "I can't sleep."

My head hurt so much that I couldn't fall asleep.

Bruce sneered, "The child went into your dream to ask for your punishment. How could you possibly sleep? You should have died with him back then. It would have been better than living alone."

He forcefully threw a pillow at me and said, "I don't want to see you. If you can't sleep, then get out!"

I turned off the night light, hugged the pillow, and slowly left to sleep in the next room, which was a welldecorated baby room.

The baby room was welldecorated and everything was neatly arranged, without any signs of use.

I still remembered Bruce holding me and pointing to every corner of the room, talking about the room's decorations, with a gentle and hopeful sparkle in his eyes.

He was a different person than he was now.

I took out the painkillers the doctor prescribed for me from the crib. After taking them, I leaned against the crib and stared up at the skyblue ceiling without saying a word.

After the intense pain faded away, my mind went blank. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but shed tears. My heart ached so much that it was hard to breathe.

Baby, I was guilty.

I would apologize to you soon.

Please, wait for me.

The doctor said that my illness was easily prone to complications of forgetfulness and amnesia, and told me to return to the hospital for a review as soon as I noticed it.

When I was in and out of the baby room eight times in one morning, just to deliver a bottle of prepared milk, I knew I was starting to forget things.

Every time I entered the room, I forgot why I came in, and when I was busy outside, I suddenly remembered, repeating this process eight times before finally completing the task.

I couldn't let this happen.

I bought a notebook and wrote down the tasks that needed to be completed each day every night.

Unfortunately, a few days later, I started to lose my memory and even forgot the notebook.

I had to start keeping a diary, recording my schedule every day.

Bruce was busy at work and he didn't go home often, which allowed me to hide this matter very well.

The time I almost got caught was when he came home suddenly, went into the study to get some documents, and saw me hunched over the desk writing something.

"Daisy, what are you doing here?"

I covered the contents of the diary with my hand and stammered, "Nothing, I haven't done anything."

"This is my place. You are not allowed to come in here in the future."

Bruce frowned and left coldly after saying this without looking at me.

I sighed and looked at the words in the diary. Three seconds later, I crossed them out with a pen.

Every spring, our two families got together the day before the child's memorial day to prepare the things.

We went up the mountain early and lived in the hotel next to the cemetery.

When they discussed what the child would like in front of me, I stood aside, feeling awkward and silent, like an outsider.

"This tiger doll is very popular this year. I saw a lot of children wearing it online. My grandson will definitely like it."

With a smile on her face, Emily took out a doll our of her bag and gave it to Bruce.

My fatherinlaw, Jake Lowell, was dissatisfied and took out a Barbie doll. "Who said it must be a boy? What if it's a girl? She might like this one."

The child was less than four months old, and it was hard to tell the gender when it was taken out of the belly.

Softening his expression, Bruce took the things his parents had brought one by one.

"Take them all, and choose whatever you like later."

My parents stood on the side with flattering smiles on their faces. "Yes, yes, bring more over. The child can choose later."

Emily glanced at my mother, and the corners of her mouth that were raised instantly dropped. She rolled her eyes and said nothing.

My mother, who had been infuriated, deliberately walked over to me, and twisted my arm hard, venting her anger on me.

"If the child was still alive, would I have to suffer from her?"

"It's all your fault! How could I give birth to such an unlucky girl like you? You can't even protect your own child."

"Kneel down to apologize to that old lady and make her feel better. You've done nothing. You are so stupid!

My mom never thought that I was the one who suffered the most from the loss of her child.

I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, do you only have my younger brother and the child in your heart? What about me?"

Shouldn't you be my mother before becoming a grandmother?

Moreover, it was not that I hadn't tried to mend my relationship with Emily. When I got married, she treated me the best. She would give me whatever goodies she had, saying it was for my health and to help me conceive a child.

But later, she never looked at me again. All the gifts I sent were thrown into the trash.

"The killer who killed my grandson makes me sick."

If I was alive, she would feel sick.

My mother said in a harsh tone, "If I knew you were so useless, how could I be your mother?"

After scolding me, she rolled her eyes at me. She soon changed into a smile before going back into the crowd.

I suddenly had a headache and I became further and further away from them. My hands and feet were in pain and I couldn't walk anymore. I desperately clenched my teeth to prevent myself from making any sound.

But at this moment, Bruce turned around and saw me fall behind. He angrily came over and grabbed my wrist.

"Daisy, what are you doing? Why are you walking so slowly?"

I squatted on the ground, hugging myself, with cold sweat covered. "Bruce, you go ahead."

Bruce stared at me for a while. Just when I thought he was going to notice something was wrong, he coldly snorted and pulled me up, urging me to move forward.

"You dare not go see the child, right? That's your child, and he was killed by you!"

"Daisy, it's all because of you that our family has become like this. No matter what, you must go today. You have to kowtow to him and repent. You owe him an apology!"

My head seemed to be torn apart by pain and selfblame. Bruce's words were like an unavoidable flood, bringing out all the pain I had buried with blood.

I stumbled forward as he dragged me after him. With a blurred vision, I murmured to myself, "Baby, it's my fault. It's my fault."

Bruce roared, "It's you who is at fault!"

I had a headache all night long.

The intense pain finally faded away when the dawn broke. I looked out at the sky outside the window listlessly, suddenly unable to remember why I was there.

I only felt that the sky outside was as blue as the ceiling in the baby room.

My inlaws were packing things into bags, my parents were standing at the door waiting, and Bruce was smoking outside the room. Seeing that I was not showing up, he impatiently opened the door and urged me in a very strong tone, "What are you still doing inside? Don't you know what day it is today?"

What day?

Where is my phone?

I couldn't remember what day it was today. A huge panic suddenly set off in my heart and I started frantically looking for my phone.

Going out with my diary was too noticeable, so I wrote down the notes on my phone.

The unexpected reaction completely angered Bruce. He rushed to the bedside, grabbed the phone I couldn't find, and slammed it hard on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and asked. "Daisy, do you have a heart? Do you love this child so little that you don't even remember his memorial day?"

It turned out that today was the child's memorial day, the day he completely left me.

But I forgot.

The commotion attracted others as well.

Knowing what was happening, Emily lost her usual calmness and rushed up to slap me hard, hysterically shouting, "Bitch! Heartless! How did my son marry such an ungrateful person like you? Why didn't you die? My poor grandson. My poor grandson."

"Get out! Go die! You don't deserve to see the child! Get out now!"

Jake hugged and comforted Emily, but his eyes were full of disgust.

My mother, in order to show that she stood with Emily, rushed up and smashed a cup on my head.

"You bastard! Get out now! You don't deserve to be a mother! I'll pretend I never gave birth to you!"

My head was buzzing as blood ran down the smashed wound and dripped onto the remains of my mobile phone on the floor.

I stared blankly at the broken phone, tears streaming down my red eyes.

I would never forget it again.

How could I forget about the child?

A month after the memorial day, my sense of smell started to fail.

I couldn't smell the strong perfume scent on the clothes anymore.

It was only when I was washing his clothes and saw the lipstick marks on his collar that I was shocked to realize that Bruce had probably cheated on me.

I had already thought of this day, so I didn't react much and simply put his clothes into the washing machine.

Then I sat frozen in the room for the whole night.

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but when it actually arrived, it was so painful that I couldn't think straight.

When Bruce came back, I neatly placed the washed and dried suit in front of him, and asked calmly, "Bruce, do you have someone new you like?"

Seeing the suit, Bruce did not hide it, just saying, "You really disappointed me."

I disappointed him so much that he went to find someone else.

I nodded and continued, "Then let's get a divorce. The person you like must be young and outstanding. You can't let her be the mistress. That's not good."

I was a dying person and I should let him go. I shouldn't be a hindrance between them.

Bruce frowned and sneered with clenched back molars.

"It's been two years, and you finally agree to get a divorce, right? Isn't your family asking you to rely on our family? Will your mother agree to your divorce?"

I remained silent for a moment and didn't directly answer the question. "Whenever you think it's appropriate, let's go to get a divorce. Don't worry about the money, I don't want a single penny."

"I'll move out right after the divorce. That girl definitely doesn't want to meet me either. She should also like children, otherwise how could you like her? But if she is not in good health, please don't force her to get pregnant, okay? Getting injections really hurts, and the medicine is also very bitter."

After rambling on for a bit, I abruptly shut up, realizing that I didn't deserve to bring up the subject of children, and fell silent again.

"...Forget it. I talk too much. Just pretend you didn't hear those words."

Bruce had never mentioned divorce to me. It turned out that he was waiting for me to speak first. Just as I finished speaking, he turned around coldly and left without hesitation.

"I'll meet you at the court next Monday morning at 8 o'clock. Pack up and get out of my house."

"Daisy, I'm really tired of you."

The door was slammed loudly, and I quietly held the suit and went back to my room, hanging them neatly in the wardrobe.

I was tired of you too.

I packed my luggage.

As a dying person, there was nothing to take with me, so I stuffed all the odds and ends into a smallsized suitcase.

Before leaving, I took out the last medicine I had left in the baby room and put it in my carryon bag.

I took a few photos of the baby room and said to Bruce without turning to him, "If that girl moves in, remember to redecorate this room."

I didn't want anyone else to use this room except for my child.

After leaving the court, Bruce didn't even look at me and drove towards the company.

I called the hospital.

"Yes, doctor, there is a bed available, right? Okay, I'll come over today."

Life in the hospital was simple and boring. My only pleasure was reading the diary I wrote before, and doing various examinations in the hospital.

At night, when the attending doctor came to check on me, he looked at me with concern. "Ms Hill, I'm sorry you can't be cured and you can only wait for death. Do you really not need to ask your family to come over?"

I thought for a moment, but I couldn't recall any face of any of my relatives. With a guilty smile, I said, "It's okay, I don't have any family."

The doctor left helplessly.

On the thirtieth day of hospitalization, my condition worsened and the hospital put me on a ventilator.

I couldn't remember anything anymore. I lost my vision, everything in front of me was pitch black, and my head became heavier and heavier.

The diary said that today was the day to go to court to get the divorce certificate.

But it seemed like I couldn't go for it.

I gradually lost consciousness and my breathing became lighter. I could faintly hear the urgent sound of machines.

Bruce called me several times. He questioned why I was late and if I had changed my mind.

The nurse hurriedly answered, "Hello, this is the DC Hospital. Are you Ms. Hill's family? She's not doing well."