"I'm glad I traded these injuries for you getting rid of that venomous woman. It was worth it.
"So, don't obsess over finding Violet Lyons. Let the past be the past."
Max held Rebecca tighter, his eyes filled with tenderness. "But whenever I hear you say your foot hurts, my heart aches.
"If I ever encounter Violet Lyons again, I'll make sure to break her legs to get justice for you!"
I listened, unable to hold back a tear.
It seemed even after death, the heart still felt pain.
In the days that followed, I was forced to linger around Max and Rebecca like a shadow, watching him tirelessly prepare nutritious meals for her, massage her, and accompany her to prenatal check-ups.
He was so gentle and attentive, his eyes brimming with the joy of becoming a father.
I couldn't help but remember the first time I had a miscarriage.
Weak and heartbroken, I called Max from my hospital bed, hoping he would come to stay with me.
But he was at Rebecca's place, comforting her after a nightmare.
When I tried to express my frustration, Max snapped, "Rebecca's still young. Can't you stop being so dramatic at your age?"
I was only a few days older than Rebecca, but that's the difference between being loved and not.