If Dora hadn't had the car accident, maybe I would have forgiven him.
But now, it was impossible.
"Let's find a time and finalize the divorce as soon as possible," I said, shaking off Spencer's hand and leaving resolutely without looking back.
Watching my back, Spencer felt as if something was slipping away from him. He frowned and called his secretary.
"Jenna, prepare the most exquisite doll for me and send it home to my daughter. Ask her to help persuade her mother not to be angry with me."
Before I even reached the cemetery gate, I received a call from the cemetery manager.
"Ms. Wood, someone is digging up your daughter's grave!"
This sentence hit me like a bolt of lightning, making my heart feel like it exploded.
I immediately turned around and ran towards Dora's grave, disregarding everything else.
Dora was sunny and cheerful. She loved daisies, which also love the sun. She said she wanted to plant the entire backyard with daisies in the future.
Her wish was not fulfilled in her lifetime, so I planted daisies on her grave after her death.
I didn't put a tombstone for her but planted countless daisies, each one carrying my endless longing for her.