My mother said in a harsh tone, "If I knew you were so useless, how could I be your mother?"

After scolding me, she rolled her eyes at me. She soon changed into a smile before going back into the crowd.

I suddenly had a headache and I became further and further away from them. My hands and feet were in pain and I couldn't walk anymore. I desperately clenched my teeth to prevent myself from making any sound.

But at this moment, Bruce turned around and saw me fall behind. He angrily came over and grabbed my wrist.

"Daisy, what are you doing? Why are you walking so slowly?"

I squatted on the ground, hugging myself, with cold sweat covered. "Bruce, you go ahead."

Bruce stared at me for a while. Just when I thought he was going to notice something was wrong, he coldly snorted and pulled me up, urging me to move forward.

"You dare not go see the child, right? That's your child, and he was killed by you!"

"Daisy, it's all because of you that our family has become like this. No matter what, you must go today. You have to kowtow to him and repent. You owe him an apology!"

My head seemed to be torn apart by pain and self-blame. Bruce's words were like an unavoidable flood, bringing out all the pain I had buried with blood.

I stumbled forward as he dragged me after him. With a blurred vision, I murmured to myself, "Baby, it's my fault. It's my fault."

Bruce roared, "It's you who is at fault!"

I had a headache all night long.

The intense pain finally faded away when the dawn broke. I looked out at the sky outside the window listlessly, suddenly unable to remember why I was there.

I only felt that the sky outside was as blue as the ceiling in the baby room.

My in-laws were packing things into bags, my parents were standing at the door waiting, and Bruce was smoking outside the room. Seeing that I was not showing up, he impatiently opened the door and urged me in a very strong tone, "What are you still doing inside? Don't you know what day it is today?"

What day?

Where is my phone?

I couldn't remember what day it was today. A huge panic suddenly set off in my heart and I started frantically looking for my phone.

Going out with my diary was too noticeable, so I wrote down the notes on my phone.

The unexpected reaction completely angered Bruce. He rushed to the bedside, grabbed the phone I couldn't find, and slammed it hard on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and asked. "Daisy, do you have a heart? Do you love this child so little that you don't even remember his memorial day?"

It turned out that today was the child's memorial day, the day he completely left me.

But I forgot.

The commotion attracted others as well.

Knowing what was happening, Emily lost her usual calmness and rushed up to slap me hard, hysterically shouting, "Bitch! Heartless! How did my son marry such an ungrateful person like you? Why didn't you die? My poor grandson. My poor grandson."

"Get out! Go die! You don't deserve to see the child! Get out now!"

Jake hugged and comforted Emily, but his eyes were full of disgust.

My mother, in order to show that she stood with Emily, rushed up and smashed a cup on my head.

"You bastard! Get out now! You don't deserve to be a mother! I'll pretend I never gave birth to you!"

My head was buzzing as blood ran down the smashed wound and dripped onto the remains of my mobile phone on the floor.

I stared blankly at the broken phone, tears streaming down my red eyes.

I would never forget it again.

How could I forget about the child?

A month after the memorial day, my sense of smell started to fail.

I couldn't smell the strong perfume scent on the clothes anymore.

It was only when I was washing his clothes and saw the lipstick marks on his collar that I was shocked to realize that Bruce had probably cheated on me.

I had already thought of this day, so I didn't react much and simply put his clothes into the washing machine.

Then I sat frozen in the room for the whole night.

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but when it actually arrived, it was so painful that I couldn't think straight.

When Bruce came back, I neatly placed the washed and dried suit in front of him, and asked calmly, "Bruce, do you have someone new you like?"

Seeing the suit, Bruce did not hide it, just saying, "You really disappointed me."

I disappointed him so much that he went to find someone else.

I nodded and continued, "Then let's get a divorce. The person you like must be young and outstanding. You can't let her be the mistress. That's not good."

I was a dying person and I should let him go. I shouldn't be a hindrance between them.

Bruce frowned and sneered with clenched back molars.

"It's been two years, and you finally agree to get a divorce, right? Isn't your family asking you to rely on our family? Will your mother agree to your divorce?"

I remained silent for a moment and didn't directly answer the question. "Whenever you think it's appropriate, let's go to get a divorce. Don't worry about the money, I don't want a single penny."

"I'll move out right after the divorce. That girl definitely doesn't want to meet me either. She should also like children, otherwise how could you like her? But if she is not in good health, please don't force her to get pregnant, okay? Getting injections really hurts, and the medicine is also very bitter."

After rambling on for a bit, I abruptly shut up, realizing that I didn't deserve to bring up the subject of children, and fell silent again.

"...Forget it. I talk too much. Just pretend you didn't hear those words."

Bruce had never mentioned divorce to me. It turned out that he was waiting for me to speak first. Just as I finished speaking, he turned around coldly and left without hesitation.

"I'll meet you at the court next Monday morning at 8 o'clock. Pack up and get out of my house."

"Daisy, I'm really tired of you."

The door was slammed loudly, and I quietly held the suit and went back to my room, hanging them neatly in the wardrobe.

I was tired of you too.