"Do you know how long I have waited for her to come back? For the five years I married you, I wished that she would come back everyday, and I even dreamed of her, begging her to come back and see me for a second. Now Bella finally showed up, but I'll never hear from her again for the rest of my life just because of you!
"Since you can't take care of my mom, you should be buried with her! Go to hell!"
Upon saying that, Ian suddenly drew the dagger in my chest.
He stabbed me for several times.
The blood instantly spurted out and splattered on the tombstone, staining Carol's face with a smile.
The examination report of my pregnancy for two months in my bag would never be taken out again.
When I died, my soul would float off to the side.
I watched helplessly as Ian fled abroad and ended up standing humbly in front of Bella.
Before Ian could say anything to beg for reconciliation, he was shot dead by the police who chased him to arrest him.
At that moment, I realized how ridiculous it was for me to unilaterally sacrifice the marriage I had maintained for five years.
Ian could change his last name for Bella, and he didn't even care about his family.