Read After My Son Died by Davidmia Novel
I had an asthma attack and ended up in the hospital. While lying there, I called my husband and asked him to pick up our son from kindergarten.
But my husband dropped off our son halfway and just sent me a message asking me to pick him up.
Grasping the IV drip, I hurried over, breathless and desperate. Sadly, it was too late.
When I saw my son’s small, lifeless body lying on the riverbank, I collapsed in tears, fainting on the spot.
When I regained consciousness, I saw my husband’s old flame, flaunting their affection on social media.
[I just said I was sad, and he dropped everything to be with me. He’s truly… oh, I’m deeply moved!]
The picture showed a sweet scene of my husband and Avery hugging her pet dog.
Struggling to breathe, I called my husband.
“Is this why you dropped of your son?” I asked.
My husband’s cold voice came from the phone.
“It’s not a big deal for you to pick up our son, but Avery can’t live without me!”
