In my freshman year, I had an intense crush on him. By my sophomore year, I was lucky enough to be chosen by Daniel's grandfather, James Wilson, to learn the ways of high society. In my junior year, Daniel and I had a flash wedding, and by the time I graduated, I was already pregnant with his child.
To outsiders, I was incredibly fortunate.
But no one knew that because Daniel believed I had used underhanded means to get pregnant, he scarcely came home in the five years of our marriage.
To avoid affecting his work, I only called him when it was absolutely necessary.
When Matthew had a high fever and wanted to see his father, I patiently comforted him. When I had stomach surgery, I went alone. Even when I was in labor, Daniel didn't show up.
I thought that if I was considerate enough, he would eventually see my sincerity.
But little did I know that my humble submission only made him more brazen in seeking out Isabella.
"Ms. Miller, here is your son Matthew's urn."
The staff handed me the urn.
I carefully wrapped it in layers of black cloth and held it close to my chest as I hailed a cab to return home and pack up Matthew's clothes.