Chapter 3

Back when our daughter aced her exam, I talked to Asher for a long time.

Only then did he put down his work and come home early; we were about to celebrate as a family.

Then we got a call saying Cora had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily.

Asher immediately wanted to go to her side, and I held him back.

In anger, I asked him, “Aren’t you worried something might happen to me?”

Asher looked at me helplessly, exhausted, “Stop it, nothing will happen to you.”

After saying this, he left without looking back.

But not long after, my water broke.

After giving birth, I arranged to stay at the hospital.

I didn’t expect to see Cora there; Asher wasn’t around at the time, and she flaunted herself in front of me.

I was furious and argued with her.

It was then that the hospital caught fire.

I immediately ran back; both my daughter and newborn son were in the room.

The husband who promised to stay by my side didn’t hear my cries for help and carried Cora out of the flames instead.

My newborn son and I were consumed by the fire.

I wanted to kill Asher.

I actually tried, reaching out to strangle him, tightening my grip.

“I’ll be back soon. Tomorrow is your prenatal check-up, I’ve cleared my schedule to be with you all day, don’t be mad, love.”

Asher texted me; he didn’t know I was already dead.

Buzz!

His phone buzzed.

A reply came back, in my usual tone.

“If your heart is with Cora, why come back? I don’t need you here, just leave.”