Yvonne was the unforgettable dream girl in his heart, and I was just a substitute for him!
Wilson would do his best to fulfill all of Yvonne's various demands.
Whenever I had the slightest dissatisfaction, it would be met with his impatience and reprimand.
I didn't want to make my mother sad, and I didn't want this family to fall apart, so I had endured it again and again.
However, my tolerance did not bring Wilson's guilt, but made him more unscrupulous.
After my mother passed away, I didn't have to continue to endure it.
My love for Wilson had also been completely extinguished.
On the second day I returned to my hometown, Wilson came to my house with Yvonne.
He looked gloomy, and Yvonne cried and said to me as soon as she entered the door, "Come on, Queenie, you are so heartless!
"Why did you have an abortion with Wilson's child?
"I know you don't like me, but you can't take it out on an unborn child!
"Wilson and I really don't have the relationship as you think. So, what will you do so that you can believe me?
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come back to the country. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fought like this..."
I felt disgusted by Yvonne's sniffles as a bitch.