Going Beyond Limits for Love

While taking our daughter to preschool, my wife suddenly called me, saying she had an emergency. She left our daughter on the street and told me to go get her.

Fearing for our daughter’s safety, I pulled out my intravenous drip at the hospital and rushed over, but I was too late.

An unlicensed truck had hit her and fled the scene. She died instantly.

I cradled her lifeless body, overcome with grief.

At the same time, my wife's ex-boyfriend posted on social media: "You always show up when I need you. It's so good to have you."

The post included a picture of the two of them together.

Shaking all over, I took a screenshot and sent it to my wife, demanding: "Is this why you left our daughter on the street?"

Shaking all over, I took a screenshot and sent it to my wife, demanding, "Is this why you left our daughter on the street?"

Her reply came long after our daughter’s cremation and burial: "Iris is five. She can be independent. But Jeremy can't live without me!"

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"Jocelyn, I want a divorce."

With a heart full of despair, I sent my final message and blocked Jocelyn.

Jocelyn Blake was the moon I gazed upon from afar for most of my life.

Our first encounter was at a high school sports meeting. The field was a sea of faces, and she seemed lost in the crowd, searching for something. Then, she turned and stumbled into my arms. In that fleeting moment, our eyes met, and it felt as though I was struck by lightning-time itself seemed to stand still.

With just that one glance, I was mesmerized and fell for her completely.

I carried that unspoken love throughout high school.

Though I was an exemplary student with a direct path to Peking University, I willingly relinquished that opportunity to attend the same college as Jocelyn.

In college, I pursued her with unwavering devotion.

I brought her breakfast each morning, immersed myself in her world, and crafted thoughtful gifts even on the most mundane days.

My relentless pursuit eventually won her heart.

Even after we started dating, I continued to cherish her deeply. Knowing how much she loved celebrity culture, I worked hard and saved up every penny to get tickets for her favorite star's concerts.

We started our journey together at nineteen, married at twenty-five, and welcomed our daughter Iris at twenty-seven. Iris was five years old this year.

For thirteen years, I have cherished Jocelyn with all my heart.

For thirteen years, I never raised my voice with her. Even the smallest hint of discomfort from her broke my heart.

When she said she didn’t want Iris to hold back her career, I left my well-paying job and became a stay-at-home dad.

I faced criticism and mockery from others but focused on taking care of her and Iris with utmost attention.

Knowing how important her career was to her, I handled everything myself and never troubled her.

I thought that by giving my all, I could build a happier family.

But instead, my unconditional love allowed Jocelyn to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend.

It was the same figure she had been searching for in the crowd during that high school sports meeting.

This time, while I was bedridden with a high fever and on an IV drip, I had no choice but to let her take our daughter to school just once.

I never imagined that this one instance would lead to our daughter's death.

And the reason? To spend time with Jeremy Heath!

My Iris was only five years old.

Why did she have to become a victim of Jocelyn's whims?

I was overwhelmed with grief and despair.

Iris’s death made me see the harsh reality.

With her passing, all my love for Jocelyn was buried along with her.

After spending an entire day and night by Iris’s grave, I managed to contain my grief enough to leave.

Not far from the cemetery, I spotted Jocelyn and Jeremy walking together, with Jeremy holding an urn.

"Jocelyn, do you think Cathy will like it here?"

Jeremy asked, referring to a stray cat he had adopted.

Jocelyn, looking tender and about to answer, suddenly noticed me.

Her warm expression quickly turned to one of annoyance.

"Cason, are you kidding me? I’ve only been gone a few days, and you’re already talking about divorce and stalking me. Can’t I have a little privacy?"

Jocelyn snapped at me, clearly annoyed.

"Just get out of my way," I said coldly, not bothering to look at her.

Lucas stepped in, putting on a sad face. "Cason, my cat Cathy passed away unexpectedly. Jocelyn stayed with me to help me through it. We’re just taking care of her arrangements. I hope you can cut Jocelyn some slack."

Jeremy's tone was polite, but his look was clearly smug as if to say, "See how much Jocelyn values me."

I glanced at Jeremy and said flatly, "I don’t need to be involved in your personal issues."

"Cason, this is too much! Jeremy is already heartbroken over Cathy, and you’re being so sarcastic. Why are you being so nasty?"

Jocelyn glared at me, clearly thinking I was just bitter and mean-spirited.

"Whatever."

I said dismissively and walked away, ignoring both Jocelyn and Jeremy.

As Jocelyn watched me walk away, a flicker of confusion crossed her face.

She expected me to be furious and jealous, but instead, I treated her as if she didn’t exist, completely ignoring her presence.

My icy demeanor and complete lack of response seemed to throw her off.

For the first time, she left Jeremy and rushed after me.

"Cason, what’s going on? Are you still upset about me not dropping Iris off at preschool? It’s been days. Do you really need to be this rigid?"

Jocelyn’s voice softened, but there was still a hint of accusation.

I responded flatly, "There’s no need."

Seeing my cold response, Jocelyn finally dropped her defenses and tried to explain. "Jeremy was really shaken by Cathy’s death. When I got his call that day, he sounded so distressed that I rushed to be with him and left Iris halfway. Was Iris upset? I’ll bring her a gift when I get back. She’s such a good girl. She’ll understand and forgive me, right?"

If Jocelyn had put even a fraction of the care she gave Jeremy into our family, she might have noticed that our daughter was gone.

But she didn’t. For her, there was only room for Jeremy.

I suddenly felt that the past thirteen years had been in vain.

"There’s no chance left," I said flatly and turned to leave, not wanting to say another word to her.

Seeing how resolute I was, Jocelyn quickly grabbed my hand. "How can you say there’s no chance? Please, don’t be so upset. I’ll make it right. I’ll handle dropping off and picking up our daughter every day. Will that work for you?"

Jocelyn, realizing how unusual my reaction was, tried to make things right.

If Iris were still here, I might have been willing to forgive her.

I used to be the kind of person who couldn’t stand to see her upset and felt guilty over even the smallest inconvenience she faced.

But at this time, it was too late.

"Let’s schedule a time to handle the divorce paperwork," I said, pulling my hand away from Jocelyn and walking off without a glance back.

"Wait!"

Jocelyn called out, her face a mix of confusion and resentment. Frustrated, she shouted after me, "Cason, you’ll regret this!"

Her anger was evident, but as she watched me walk away, she felt that something important was slipping away from her grasp.

With a frown, she called her assistant.

"Chase, get a lovely gift ready and have it sent to our house for my daughter. Hopefully, it’ll help make things right with her dad and get him to cool down."