Chapter 4

After they rushed off to the hospital, I looked at the divorce papers in my hand.

A true sense of relief washed over me. I had been so tired for so many years, and finally, it was all over.

Ryan and I were college sweethearts. He was the one who pursued me back then. He would carry me through muddy paths on rainy days.

He’d personally brew brown sugar water for me during my period.

Because he was good at academics, he’d tutor me, helping me improve my grades. Our relationship was always so strong.

Until we got married.

When I was only a month pregnant with Daisy, he insisted I quit my job. He said it was for my own good, that I shouldn’t overexert myself during pregnancy, or my body wouldn't handle it.

I thought he was genuinely caring.

But after I gave birth to Daisy, Ryan insisted I breastfeed.

He said it was best for the baby. Yet, he didn't know that breastfeeding left my body incredibly weak. Each feeding was excruciating.

During pregnancy, I had severe morning sickness and lost a lot of weight, but he never noticed.

When Daisy turned three, he still wouldn't let me work, saying Daisy needed her mom.

He couldn't let her childhood lack a mother’s love. So, I stayed home as a full-time homemaker, caring for Daisy around the clock.

But when Daisy turned four, Ryan’s company went bankrupt. I had to go back to work to earn money, leaving Daisy with his parents. Ryan’s parents were very upset with me.

They even blamed me for Ryan’s company going under, saying I was bad luck for him.

They were incredibly old-fashioned, always hinting that Daisy needed a brother.

And behind my back, they constantly manipulated Daisy, filling her head with the idea that I didn’t love her, that’s why I left her alone with them.