Until a beam of car light shone on me, I finally felt like I saw my savior. Then I completely pass out.
When I woke up, my baby had left me for good.
Since Hugh left last night, he hadn't sent me any messages.
But he posted something on Instagram. He seldom posted anything.
In the photo, he tightly held Trina's hand. The words attached were, [Thank fate for allowing you to stay with me.]
The two of them in a comforting single room were in stark contrast to me in the crowded hospital hallway.
I laughed at myself. I've been dreaming for the last three years, and it's time to wake up.
"Hugh, let's get divorced."
I texted him, and typing this line of words exhausted me.
Not surprisingly, he still didn't reply to me.
As the only son of the prestigious Joseph family in New York, Hugh had had everything since he was little. Everything he wanted would be handed to him.
He didn't know what failure was till he met me.
My father died to save Jim Joseph, Hugh's father. To reassure my father, Jim commanded that Hugh couldn't be the heir of the Joseph family unless he married me.
Because of this, Hugh had been giving his family the cold shoulder for a long time, and Trina ran abroad in anger.