chapter 2
677 Words
My daughter passed away, and the mourning hall was filled with sobs.
The child I had carried for ten month sand spent five years raising was now just a small, square box.
"strange, isn't it?"
"The child died, but where's the father?"
Several relatives voiced their confusion.
A bitter pain swelled in my heart. I repeatedly dialed that familiar number on my phone. All I got in return was a cold,mechanical response.
On the tenth call someone finally picked up.
An impatient voice came through,"Cloris, what do you want?"
Even without seeing him, I could tell Ken was speaking cautiously in a low voice.
"Ken, come see Diana one last time...”
My voice was hoarse. Ken seemed surprised but quickly soon returned to normal.
All Diana ever wanted was her father's love.
I wanted to fulfill er wish on this last day, so I begged ken.
I begged him to attend our daughter's funeral, to...see her one last time.
"What nonsense are you talking about?Stop it, Cloris. ”
“Hannah just had surgery and needs someone by her side. Be reasonable. 'll come back to you once she's out of the hospital, alright?"
Ken's voice echoed in the room, and the people around us sighed.
"Ken, Ken... please...come see Diana.Diana's funeral is today...”
I threw away all my pride, begging him in a low, pleading voice.
But he showed no mercy.
"Cloris! No matter what, you shouldn't curse your daughter like this."
I knelt on the floor, sobbing until I nearly fainted.
After a while, a delicate voice broke through, “Ken.. it hurts...”
"Hannah's awake. I have to go."he said before hanging up.
I suddenly felt my eyelids grow heavy,and the world turned upside down.
Faintly, I heard urgent cries:"someone, help!"
"Cloris! Cloris! She's fainted!"
When I woke up, I smelled antiseptic.
I tried to sit up.
A woman with short hair and earrings helped me up.
My voice was weak, but I cried.
"It's you...”
It was Mila, my best friend.
I cut ties with her because of Ken.
We didn't contact each other for seven years.
The person in front of me laughed:
"You don't welcome me?"
"Or are you disappointed it wasn't Ken?"
Mila got up and ignored me.
I grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
"It's not... It's not...”
I hugged her and cried:
"It's okay..."
"I have nothing left, Mila, I only have you..."
The person in my arms stiffened, then stretched out a hand to pat my back.
I have loved Ken for half of my life and do whatever he says.
In the past, his family was very poor, and although my family was not particularly wealthy, my parents also made some money in business.
His mother had cancer, and my parents made him marry me so they could pay for the operation.
At first, I was happy about the marriage.
But then my parents lost all their money.
They said it was Ken did, but I didn't believe them. I cut off contact with them and my in-laws.
I gambled he loved me, but lost.
My daughter and my only spiritual support are gone.
I think it's time.
I need to leave this relationship.
I went home after I left hospital.
I looked for Ken for half a day but couldn't find him.
The house was cold.
I sat on the sofa.
I saw a box of unfinished milk powder on the table. The lid was grey.
My daughter is well-behaved.
She wants a mum and dad and a home.
I was interrupted by knocks on the door.
I opened the door and saw a big shadow.
Ken was drunk and Hannah Moore was holding him.
“Ken is a little drunk.”
“I hope you can take care of him.”
I was angry.
“Hannah Moore, won't you be afraid?”
"It's a life!!!”
She just fiddled with her nails.“So what?”
“You will get retribution.”
She pushed Ken into my arms and walked away.
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