Three years of dating, one year of marriage, and even a baby who was almost born.
I never thought that everything would end up ruined by his ever loved, Isabella.
In the hospital, when we accidentally ran into each other, she said she would hail a taxi for me due to my difficult physical condition.
I didn't overthink, and even thanked her for her kindness.
The car was running smoothly, then suddenly swerved sharply, which directly caused the truck to hit me, seated in the back.
The driver suffered a few minor injuries and abandoned the car on the spot, leaving me alone in a pool of blood in the middle of the road.
I've never been this scared before.
Scared of dying, even more scared of not being able to protect my child.
Crying, trembling, I finally managed to call my husband, but he was busy with his first love.
After making up my mind, I sent a divorce notice to him...