Died on My Son’s BirthdayChapter 1 Death
I died on my son Jimmy's fifth birthday.
Before I died, Jimmy pushed open my door and saw me lying on the bed.
He looked disgusted and said, "Mom, you're so lazy that you even have to sleep on my birthday. You don't love me like Kristina does!"
Jonathan Evans, whom I loved for eight years, hugged Jimmy and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to cause trouble on Jimmy's fifth birthday? Then sleep here and wait for your death! Kristina and I can also make Jimmy happy today!"
After saying this, he slammed the door shut.
I also closed my eyes forever.
The night before Jimmy's birthday, I took out the only dress that Jonathan had given me from the closet with difficulty.
In the past eight years, I hadn't worn it once.
At the last moment of my life, I wanted to wear it and take one last photo with Jonathan and Jimmy.
Even if in the end, my face in this photo would be cropped out, or replaced by Kristina's face, at least there was a moment when it belonged to me.
My lower abdomen was abnormally bulging due to the tumor, which made my skirt tight and made me look like a pregnant woman.
I looked down and suddenly felt relieved.