Regretful Love: He Cried When He Knew I was Dead1
When I was pregnant for eight months, my husband Ethan Wilson abandoned me on a country road after receiving a phone call from his beloved girl Sandy Moore.
An SUV hit me.
At the last moment of my life, I called Ethan, but he hung up impatiently.
"Sandy has a high fever now. Can you stop being unreasonable and bothering me?"
As he wished, I would never bother him again.
The next day, Ethan took on a hit-and-run case and became the criminal's defense attorney.
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It was Ethan's mother's birthday, and Ethan and I drove for two hours to the countryside.
But on the way, he received a call from Sandy.
"Ethan, I feel so bad. I have a high fever."
Hearing Sandy's weak and helpless voice, Ethan immediately panicked.
"Sandy, don't be afraid. I'll be there right now. Wait for me."
Seeing Ethan's anxious look, I felt depressed.
Whenever Sandy called him, Ethan would drop everything and run to her without hesitation.
I tried to persuade him because we were only several miles away from his hometown.
"Ethan, we're almost home. You should go home and meet your mother first."
Ethan parked the car on the side of the road and glanced at me with disdain in his eyes.