Going Beyond Limits for LoveChapter 1
While taking our daughter to preschool, my wife suddenly called me, saying she had an emergency. She left our daughter on the street and told me to go get her.
Fearing for our daughter’s safety, I pulled out my intravenous drip at the hospital and rushed over, but I was too late.
An unlicensed truck had hit her and fled the scene. She died instantly.
I cradled her lifeless body, overcome with grief.
At the same time, my wife's ex-boyfriend posted on social media: "You always show up when I need you. It's so good to have you."
The post included a picture of the two of them together.
Shaking all over, I took a screenshot and sent it to my wife, demanding: "Is this why you left our daughter on the street?"
Shaking all over, I took a screenshot and sent it to my wife, demanding, "Is this why you left our daughter on the street?"
Her reply came long after our daughter’s cremation and burial: "Iris is five. She can be independent. But Jeremy can't live without me!"
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"Jocelyn, I want a divorce."
With a heart full of despair, I sent my final message and blocked Jocelyn.
Jocelyn Blake was the moon I gazed upon from afar for most of my life.