I used to have a happy and harmonious family.

My husband and I were loving and I had a good relationship with my mother-in-law, Emily Lowell.

The only thing that could cause conflict in the family was that I had been unable to conceive a child.

Emily had repeatedly emphasized her desire to have a grandson, and my mother often mentioned that if I had a child, my in-laws would be happy and they would support my brother's work even more.

My husband was the same. He often read parenting magazines and said he would be the best father in the world.

In order to get pregnant, I suffered a lot and finally became pregnant two years ago.

But when I was less than four months pregnant, I was hit by a car that ran a red light on a rainy night while trying to save someone.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and I lost my child.

The doctor looked at my pale face and sighed deeply, saying that I would never be able to conceive again.

Emily's face darkened on the spot and she angrily rushed over to hit me.

"Unlucky wretch! Are you trying to exterminate the Lowell family? How heartless you are! You murderer! Give my grandson back to me!"

Emily was slightly held back by Bruce Lowell, but Bruce also looked at me with great disappointment.

"Why did you save people when so many people passed by? Couldn't you think about the child?"

Why didn't I think about the baby in my belly?

I hadn't had a sound sleep in two years. I often asked myself why I didn't think about the child in my belly.

I didn't know.

It was already dark when I got home. I fumbled to open the door and saw Bruce sitting in the living room, looking tired.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late? Why didn't you cook dinner?"

I hid the hospital bag behind me and answered with my head down, "I just went out for a walk and didn't notice the time."

Bruce suddenly stood up and scolded me harshly.

"Daisy Hill, now that you don't work and don't earn money, can't you even do the housework? Did you go out to loiter on purpose, knowing that I would come back for dinner?"

With the child gone, our marriage completely fell apart.

I was completely dispirited and couldn't go out to work or interact with people. I could only rely on Bruce.

I tried to please him, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time and won't forget. Can I cook for you now? It's not too late."

Bruce impatiently went back to the room and slammed the door loudly, "No need!"

After knowing that I could no longer conceive, I tried to bring up the idea of divorcing Bruce.

The Lowell family loved children so much that they shouldn't let me stop them.

Before I could mention it, my parents stopped me and warned me not to speak out of turn.

"Why do you mention divorce when the Lowell family doesn't? We don't agree! Dylan is about to get promoted at work. If you get divorced and lose the support of the Lowell family, how will Dylan fare in the company in the future?"

"Who would marry a divorced woman who can't have children? Do you want to rely on your parents?"

"If you divorce Bruce, you will never be allowed back into our family. You've harmed your child, and do you want to harm your brother?"

There was a big gap in family background between me and Bruce. Lowell family had a big, well-known company. If it weren't for Bruce's wholehearted love, I wouldn't have been able to marry into it.

But now, Bruce didn't love me anymore.

Even if I put the hospital's examination report in such an obvious place, he couldn't see it.

The illness was so severe that I had a splitting headache. In order not to make any noise at night, I bit out blood from my lips hard.

Bruce turned over restlessly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat up, pulling on the bedside lamp to ask me.

"Daisy, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Do you know how annoying you are?"

My heart ached to the point of convulsions that I whispered, "I can't sleep."

My head hurt so much that I couldn't fall asleep.

Bruce sneered, "The child went into your dream to ask for your punishment. How could you possibly sleep? You should have died with him back then. It would have been better than living alone."

He forcefully threw a pillow at me and said, "I don't want to see you. If you can't sleep, then get out!"

I turned off the night light, hugged the pillow, and slowly left to sleep in the next room, which was a well-decorated baby room.

The baby room was well-decorated and everything was neatly arranged, without any signs of use.

I still remembered Bruce holding me and pointing to every corner of the room, talking about the room's decorations, with a gentle and hopeful sparkle in his eyes.

He was a different person than he was now.

I took out the painkillers the doctor prescribed for me from the crib. After taking them, I leaned against the crib and stared up at the sky-blue ceiling without saying a word.

After the intense pain faded away, my mind went blank. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but shed tears. My heart ached so much that it was hard to breathe.

Baby, I was guilty.

I would apologize to you soon.

Please, wait for me.