We took the wrong path. The steep cliff was almost impossible for us to climb. I held onto Jerry's hand tightly, afraid to let go. I didn't wanna die.

Jerry knew that I had a heart condition, so he let go of my hand and asked me to find someone else to save him.

But Dale had always thought that I caused Jerry's accident.

So, Dale hated me. Even though he was forced to marry me later, he had always been unwilling to get close to me.

Until two months ago, he went out for dinner and got drunk. When he came back, he hugged me so tightly. I thought I finally managed to warm his heart.

But when I woke up, there was no one by my side.

And it was that night that I got pregnant. The delay in my menstrual period made me somewhat joyful.

However, the congenital heart disease made me terrified of whether I could keep my baby. I didn't resist children. On the contrary, I liked them very much.

I instinctively called Dale, afraid that my physical defect would bring hidden dangers to the baby.

My fear made me panicked. I hoped Dale could accompany me, at least give me some comfort.

I called him over and over again, but no one answered.

Until I suddenly saw a photo on Grace's Instagram.

It was a photo of Dale taking her to the jewelry store to buy a ring.

I looked at my bare fingers and remembered when Dale and I got married, he only invited our parents to have a meal together. After we hastily got the marriage certificate, he never mentioned having a wedding ceremony.

He had never even bought me an engagement ring.

I never thought that one day, Dale, my husband, would give everything that should have been mine to someone else without any guilt.

Dale came home with a smile on his face, and for the first time, I couldn't control my anger and slapped him.

"Dale, where have you been?"

It was the first time I lost it and questioned Dale. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes, and at that moment, I felt that he was a stranger to me.

"Estelle, have I given you too much respect?"

Dale pushed me away, and I fell to the ground off balance. I instinctively protected my belly and looked at Dale, who looked calm.

I endured the pain in my heart, stood up with the support of the sofa, and opened my mouth, wanting to tell him that I was pregnant. But he slammed the door and left like a deserter.

"Grace, I bought the soup you love the most. Try it."