Monica and I were classmates in college. She was the most beautiful girl in my class. She pursued Xavier for four years, and I also pursued her for four years.
When she was rejected by Xavier, she would always come to me for comfort, and I thought my sincerity would move her.
Monica accepted my pursuit after graduation.
We got our marriage certificate quickly, but she never told her friends.
She said she didn't like to be high-profile.
"Marriage is a very private matter. As long as we live a good life, that's fine. What do you think?"
"You're right."
To take care of her emotions, I also didn't tell my friends but suppressed my joy and kept this happiness to myself.
Our life after marriage was ordinary. After getting off work, I would do laundry and cook for her, and I never asked her to do any housework.
She focused on her career and was promoted from an unknown salesperson to deputy manager in just one and a half years.
When she was going to compete for the marketing manager position, she resigned because Xavier came back from abroad.
I didn't know how Xavier persuaded her to resign.
After Monica was found to have difficulty conceiving two years after our marriage, I suggested that she stay at home and prepare for pregnancy because my income was enough for us to live a comfortable life, but she was unwilling to do so. She said she didn't want to lose her self-worth to have a child.
I didn't force her.
Later, Monica went to Xavier's company.
She had strong business capabilities and had become Xavier's trustworthy assistant, helping him run the company in an orderly manner and greatly increase its market value.
The employees of Xavier's company all thought that she was Xavier's wife, so she worked so hard.
To outsiders, they were a perfect match both in career and life.
Once, Monica was on a business trip for a few months, and when she came back, she took me to do IVF.
At that time, I was so happy that I hugged her, thinking that she had finally figured it out.
But I didn't expect that it was because she felt guilty towards me.
I didn't want her guilty. What I wanted was her wholehearted love.
I didn't know what happened in the past few months, but her attitude towards me became obedient, and I thought she was finally moved by me.
But I didn't expect that she would kill our child now.
I looked at the closed door and then at Jenny who was crying.