But he didn't. After my brother's passing, he took Joanne back to the Riverton Family house every year for the New Year reunion. And I, his so-called wife, could only watch their cheerful family celebrations through Joanne's social media posts.
With an expression devoid of warmth, Gerald stared at me and Alma before speaking, "I said I was taking Joanne home for New Year's. Was that enough for you to justify ramming your car into hers?"
"I'm telling you, Eleanor, if anything happens to Joanne, I won't spare either of you!" He picked up Joanne and climbed into the ambulance, urging the driver to hurry to the hospital.
Just like my previous life, he didn't spare me a single glance as he left decisively.
The snowflakes falling from the sky landed on my hand, the icy chill seeping through my skin, numbing my body and heart.
As expected, regardless of the situation, Gerald's first choice was always Joanne.
"My God, her water broke! She's going into labor!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock. Only then did I notice Alma's water had indeed broken.