In front of all the guests, I rushed forward, tore the wedding dress off Eryn and slapped her hard across the face twice.
Aiden splashed a glass of water across my face. His voice was cold as ice when he said, "Nina, you've crossed the line."
Soon after, he filed for divorce and said he would take Eryn away.
Of course, I refused. I couldn't and wouldn't let go.
I cried as I spoke to Aiden. "If you dare leave today, I'll jump off this cliff with the child."
Aiden didn't leave. Instead, he pushed me down. Maybe he only meant to frighten me, but in the end, I truly lost the baby I had been longing for.
I was admitted to the mental hospital again, this time for severe depression.
When I talk about it now, I smile a little and say in a calm, almost indifferent tone, "In my second year at the asylum, Aiden filed for divorce. I fought it until the very end, but I got nothing except this box of junk."
"The year after the divorce, I couldn't accept any of it. I self-harmed and went insane countless times."
"My condition was so bad that I couldn't find suitable work."