In the photos, I was still intact, not disfigured or dismembered.
However, no matter how the netizens did, my news stopped abruptly since three years ago when I forced Stephen to divorce.
It's as if I suddenly disappeared from the world.
The netizens cursed me viciously, cursing me to die quickly.
But I did die.
I died twice.
My grandma stared at the man on TV blankly. After a long time, she hugged my broken body and seemed to have made some important decision.
"Betty, Mr. Green and Nana are back. You must be eager to see them... I will take you to see them..."
Nana...
My heart suddenly ached.
She was the baby I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.
I didn't even have a chance to take a good look at her before we separated.
I wanted to see her so much that it broke my heart.
When I was alive, I wanted to meet, but I didn't dare to, and couldn't meet.
When I was dead, could I secretly take a look at my baby?
I greedily stared at the familiar, yet even more mature face on the TV screen, and my heart was filled with a dull pain.
Stephen...
If... if he knew the truth and my suffering, would he forgive me?
No... I hope he never knows, just live on with hatred towards me. I thought.