I rolled over and sat on the floor, resting my forehead against the cold toilet bowl. Tears instantly blurred my eyes, and I bit my fist and wept silently.
I knew Patrick had an ex-girlfriend that he could never get over.
A few years ago, because he couldn't provide the life she desired, she decisively left with a wealthy businessman.
He was depressed for a long time.
It was self-evident that the woman was Rachel.
Patrick's parents once joked that he was ignorant and reckless in his youth.
Rachel, whom he couldn't bring himself to talk about, was the reason behind his newfound steadiness, gentleness, and patience.
After being a little jealous, I was still grateful to her inwardly for training him so well.
So, within two months of our relationship, I willingly married him.
I soon became pregnant. He was so excited that he burst into tears and vowed to be good to me all his life.
When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life.