After Ten Years of Marriage, I Decided to Give UpChapter 1
My dad, Roger Hiddleston, suddenly fell seriously ill and was admitted to the ICU.
Before going in, he held my hand tightly and asked me to make things right with Daniel Moore.
I smiled and promised him, reassuring him.
Alone, I waited outside the ICU, making call after call to Daniel.
Finally, in the early hours of the morning, someone answered the phone, but it was Barbara Lane.
"Daniel's busy. His phone is with me. If you need anything, you can tell me," Barbara said.
I stayed silent for a moment before replying, "Just a divorce."
Unfortunately, Roger did not pull through.
He was transferred from the hospital to the funeral home, and I notified the relatives, his colleagues, friends, and students.
Arranging the funeral was not as difficult as I had imagined.
Each step had clear procedures and requirements.
I felt like a puppeteer, orchestrating everything alone.
The condolence messages and comforting words left me numb.
Those who knew Daniel all expressed their dissatisfaction with him.
He was my dad's most outstanding student and should have come to help.
Moreover, he was my husband and should have been there to handle the affairs.