The only indelible shame in her life was her cheating ex-husband. But if she had taken a closer look, if she had watched the video carefully, she would have noticed that my hands and feet were strangely twisted.
There was unnatural blood at the corners of my mouth. Eden, worried I would struggle, had broken my bones bit by bit. He had pulled out my tongue and teeth.
But she didn’t. She believed Eden’s tears and believed my betrayal.
With just a quick glance at the video, she condemned me.
She left me in a corner, devoured and buried deep underground, hidden from the public eye.
Even that poor child was packaged as a priceless relic bead, being shipped abroad as merchandise.
At this moment, I couldn’t help but sigh. God was such a cruel screenwriter. He took my child’s life and mine, yet brought us together in this way.
That sweet, sensible child died filled with resentment and regret. After many years, we traveled across the world.
After all these twists and turns, Monica gave the beads to Eden as a gift to keep him safe. What an irony of fate.
My thoughts returned and I looked at Monica unwillingly. I knew it was impossible. But I still hoped she would see me, hear my heartfelt words.