Hugh lost both money and his loved one overnight.
The only option he had was to marry me.
On the night of our wedding, he got drunk and kept calling Trina's name.
In these three years, he only treated me as a responsibility.
But little did he know, I fell for him when I first saw him.
I always thought that as long as I was obedient enough, he'd love me even just for a little bit.
In these years, I had been cautious and solved everything by myself. I had never relied on him, nor dared to engage in so-called social activities for wives, afraid of causing trouble for him.
But the fact proved how wrong I was.
The fact that he felt at ease leaving me in the storm was proof enough that he was still a star out of my reach, the moon that would never shine on me.
I blocked Hugh's number and handled the discharge procedures myself.
At my urging, the hospital gave me the pool of blood and flesh that flowed out of my lower part.
He was wrapped in a small box, his heartbeat stopped forever.
I could no longer feel his warmth, nor could I whisper to him every night.
I looked at him for a long time and decided to bury him in my flower bed.