I did not know what happened and Jordon would not tell me the reason.
I got pregnant successfully one year after getting married. Since then, Jordon has been partying every night and almost never stays home, openly showing off his first love in public.
I had argued with him before, but Jordon just looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at a mentally ill lunatic.
"You got what you wanted—you became the Howell Family's daughter-in-law and even bore them a child. So why are you still making a scene?
"Spare me the act of being wronged. It’s nauseating."
From then on, I no longer asked for the reason and just focused on taking care of my two children.
I accepted the fact that Jordon did not love me or my two children.
Fortunately, the children were well-behaved and sensible. I always thought that I would be happy as long as I could accompany my children as they grew up.
But nowthen, I had lost my child.
Early the next morning, the child was successfully cremated and buried. I stood in front of the funeral home holding two small urns.
They were two tiny babies when they were born, lying quietly in my arms. How come five years later, they had become even smaller and lighter?