Romance
After I lost my five-year-old daughter, I slit my wrists for the 49th time in a haze of grief.My husband was bandaging the wound when he suddenly broke down. "You and our daughter got into that car accident because I put sleeping pills in your milk."I've already stayed by your side through your treatment to atone for what I did. How much longer are you going to torture me?"I stared at Nicholas Halston, my eyes wide with disbelief.He took a deep breath, as if a weight had finally lifted from his shoulders. "The woman I've been seeing on the side for the past three years is actually your foster sister."I drugged you because she wanted to do something reckless in the house that day. I was afraid you'd find out and divorce me."I didn't know you'd leave the house afterward."The relief on his face felt like a rusted blade driven straight into my heart.After I drank the milk, the nanny rushed in to tell me our daughter had a high fever.I couldn't reach Nicholas, so I drove her to the hospital myself.Halfway there, drowsiness overwhelmed me. I slammed into an oncoming car, and our daughter died on the spot.Grief and guilt consumed me. I hated myself for the carelessness I believed had killed her. I never imagined that Nicholas and Rosalind Sommers were the true culprits.I laughed and cried like I'd lost my mind.Nicholas spoke again, his voice heavy with endless exhaustion. "Whether you want to have another child and start fresh or keep trying to kill yourself, that's up to you."The next second, his phone lit up with a pregnancy test report from Rosalind.
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