Unexpectedly, she seemed to be drunk, and said groggily, "It's okay, we still have a chance to have children in the future, don't disturb my party with him."
I knew who she referred to.
It was Logan, who had been pursued by her throughout college.
My fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound. I suppressed my anger and called her, but to my surprise, she had decisively turned off her phone.
My wife, Maria!
When our child died, she was still attending Logan's birthday party!
My hands were shaking, but I rushed to the hospital holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
I believed it was fake and Stella was fine!
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
But the moment I saw the body in the morgue, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave. I said, "Stella?"
I lowered my head and stroked her hair, but he could no longer open her eyes.
This couldn't be true!
My heart was broken and tears welled up in my eyes.
I felt like the most important thing in my life was gone and would never come back.
When Maria came to the hospital, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, when it was already eleven hours after Stella's death.