Chapter 3

I sent Jeremy a text message. "If you don't come home in half an hour, you will see my dead body."

It worked well on him because he knew I wasn't joking.

I'd been struggling with severe postpartum depression.

Soon, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

The moment I saw Jeremy, I tried to say something.

But before I could, tears started to fall.

As soon as he saw me like that, he rushed over and didn't even change his clothes. He asked with concern, "What's wrong? Why are you crying so bitterly?"

He sounded so worried.

"Jeremy, did you give our baby to another woman?" I looked up as I trembled and stared at him intently.

He froze, and his face turned pale instantly.

But he quickly regained his composure and tried to hold my hand. But I took my hand back forcefully.

"Theresa, our baby is really gone." His voice was pleading, but his eyes couldn't meet mine.

A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes again.

"Is it really gone? Then who is the baby in the photo?" I almost screamed, and my emotions reached a breaking point.

I took out my phone and pointed at the photo on it. "Is it the baby you said was gone? Jeremy, what else are you hiding from me? I clearly heard the nurse say, when I was unconscious, that the baby had a unique birthmark. Now this baby has it too! Daisy can't get pregnant, so you gave her my baby, didn't you?"

My voice trembled, and my fingers gripped the phone tightly. The baby's smile in the photo was glaring through my tear-blurred vision.

Jeremy's face turned even paler, and he tried to persuade me through gritted teeth, "Theresa, that's not our baby. If you want a baby, we can have another one. Our baby is gone, and we have to accept it."

As soon as he said this, regret immediately washed over his face.

I stared at him with wide eyes. I couldn't believe that the man I loved for years could say something so cold.

For the first time since we married, I slapped him hard. "Jeremy! How can you say such heartless things?"

With that, I lashed out in anger and punched him repeatedly.

Jeremy didn't dodge. He just held me tightly and tried to keep me in his arms.

I struggled to push him away, and my voice was trembling with sobs. "My baby isn't dead. Give me back my baby!"

After saying that, a sharp pain shot through my heart, and everything went black.

Jeremy held me, and before I lost consciousness, I heard his panicked cries.

He seemed to still love me.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a ward, surrounded by the faint smell of disinfectant.

Jeremy was sitting by the bed, and when he saw I was awake, he said in a hoarse voice, "Theresa, you're finally awake."

I turned my head away and didn't want to see him. I said coldly, "Leave me alone. I won't see you anymore."

He saw me so weak and continued to persuade me, saying, "Theresa, if you want a baby, we can have another one."

"Why should I have another one? That is clearly my baby."

Jeremy seemed helpless and continued to insist. "Theresa, that's not our baby."

"Get out!" I didn't believe a word he said.