He was no longer the man who once loved me deeply.
When Yvonne had a stomachache, he could drive over in the middle of the night to show his caring for her.
When Yvonne wanted to travel, he could accompany her for half a month, not answering my calls or messages, and not coming home.
For a woman, a man who ceased to be loyal was no different from being dead.
Wilson, who sometimes made a fuss, was still cute and pleasing to my eyes.
And now, no matter what he did, I thought he was just a shit.
Just let it be!
Let the years of love dissipate in the wind!
I took out my miscarriage report and put it on the coffee table, and left our home with my mother's ashes.
I wanted to take my mother back to my hometown. And now she was getting home now.
My hometown was in the suburbs and it was an old house.
When I was in college, my father passed away and my mother followed me to rent a house in New York.
During my four years in college, my mother provided me with financial support by selling Hamburg at the school gate.
It was also during that time that I met Wilson.
He was handsome from a wealthy family, and many girls pursued him in college.
However, he never got close to any girl.