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.
Our first encounter was at a high school sports meeting. The field was a sea of faces, and she seemed lost in the crowd, searching for something. Then, she turned and stumbled into my arms. In that fleeting moment, our eyes met, and it felt as though I was struck by lightning-time itself seemed to stand still.
With just that one glance, I was mesmerized and fell for her completely.
I carried that unspoken love throughout high school.
Though I was an exemplary student with a direct path to Peking University, I willingly relinquished that opportunity to attend the same college as Jocelyn.
In college, I pursued her with unwavering devotion.
I brought her breakfast each morning, immersed myself in her world, and crafted thoughtful gifts even on the most mundane days.
My relentless pursuit eventually won her heart.
Even after we started dating, I continued to cherish her deeply. Knowing how much she loved celebrity culture, I worked hard and saved up every penny to get tickets for her favorite star's concerts.
We started our journey together at nineteen, married at twenty-five, and welcomed our daughter Iris at twenty-seven. Iris was five years old this year.