Clinton's feelings for Gemma changed, and he no longer wanted revenge.Instead, he began seeing flaws in me everywhere he looked. Even his daughter didn't seem so adorable anymore. Gradually, his entire focus shifted to Gemma.It wasn't until Ivy's death that he finally woke up from his delusion.What kind of unforgivable things had he done?For a woman who had once humiliated and abandoned him, he had sacrificed his daughter's life.I didn't want him anymore, either. The woman who had once loved him the most had cast him aside. I told him that forgiveness would have to wait until our next lives.From that point on, dark thoughts began to consume him. During surgeries, his focus would falter, and eventually, an incident occurred that ended his career for good.As for Gemma, she moved on in no time and even became pregnant with another man's child. In front of her new partner, she openly mocked and ridiculed him.How was Clinton supposed to endure that?His daughter was gone. H
"Sweetheart, hold on just a little longer. Daddy will be here soon," I said as I clutched my daughter, Ivy Reeves' hand tightly.Watching her breathing grow more labored, I couldn't stand it any longer and dialed Clinton Reeves' number again. The phone rang for a long time, and my hope dwindled with every second.Just when I was about to give up, the call connected, and Clinton's irritated voice came through, "What now? Can't you just have a doctor give Ivy some medicine? Why do I have to come back?""Clinton, Ivy's condition is serious! The doctors won't administer anything without you here. You're the only one who can help her," I shouted out of frustration.In the background, I could hear the roar of a crowd and cheers for a goal.Clinton's tone turned placating as he said to someone, "Relax. Your favorite player's about to hit the field. Let me finish this call."Then, his voice turned cold when he spoke to me, "I'm well aware of Ivy's condition. Stop using her as an excuse t
Heartbroken, I'd swallowed my feelings and returned to being just friends.I thought we'd have no more intersections in life.Then, one night, Clinton had shown up drunk outside my dorm, shouting my name, "Suzy, I was wrong! Gemma never loved me. She left me to go abroad with someone else."That night had changed everything between us.Later, Clinton had made a grand gesture to confess his feelings and promised we'd marry after graduation. Two years later, we had a lavish wedding and a beautiful baby girl.At first, Clinton had been learning how to be a good husband and father. He'd devoted every spare moment to Ivy—listening to her babbling and watching her take her first steps.When Ivy called him "Daddy" for the first time, he had cried tears of joy.Clinton would treat Ivy's crude crayon drawing of our family like a masterpiece and proudly display it.Once, they were molding clay figures together, and Ivy had asked giddily, "Daddy, look! I made our family of three. Do you l
Clinton shot me a glare and said, "Don't listen to Suzy. She's hiding Ivy somewhere. I'll explain everything when I get back to work."After hanging up, he picked up the photo, only to flip it over and see Ivy's portrait. He ripped the photo into pieces, hurling them at me."Very well, Suzy. You outdid yourself this time. You even tricked my colleagues."The sight of Ivy's scattered ashes broke my heart.At the thought of Ivy's pleading eyes before she passed and how she couldn't rest in peace even now, something inside me snapped at last.I slapped Clinton across the face, then shoved him and Gemma toward the door."Get out! Both of you! Leave Ivy alone!"Gemma shrieked as she clutched her face, "How dare you hit me!"I was beyond reason as I screamed, "I should kill you both for tormenting Ivy, even in death!"Clinton pinned me to the ground and shielded Gemma behind him. "Have you lost your mind? Stop saying Ivy's dead! If you keep this up, I'll send you to hell first!"Ge
"Are you even human? Where's your conscience? Our daughter's ashes are right in front of you, and yet you don't believe it! When your colleague called to confirm, you thought it was all an act I staged!"Ivy's dead! She died because you were too busy watching a soccer match with Gemma to answer your phone. She died in the three days you turned off your phone and disappeared!"Clinton, if you cared even just a little, go to the hospital right now and take a look at her death certificate. See for yourself whether I'm telling the truth or not."When Ivy was dying, she kept begging to see you. And what did you do? You chose your lover and let Ivy die from an allergic reaction! You're not fit to call yourself her father!"My voice cracked as I poured out every ounce of anger and grief.For a moment, Clinton seemed shaken. He frowned and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"I let out a bitter laugh. "Even now, you refuse to believe me."He took a hesitant step forward, but Gemma interr
Gemma stopped Clinton with teary eyes. "Clinton, what about Ginger?"Without hesitation, Clinton shoved me to the ground. "Wait here."Then, to my horror, he grabbed a nearby shovel and began digging into the ground. "I won't let you waste money putting on this ridiculous act. This spot would be better used for burying Ginger."I lunged forward, screaming, "Clinton, are you insane? This is Ivy's grave! How can you even think of burying a cat here?"Clinton shoved me away with disdain. "You're the crazy one. Just look at yourself. Do you even know what you're doing? When I'm done here, I'm locking you in a psych ward."Exhausted and heartbroken, I stared at him with nothing but disappointment in my eyes. "Clinton, after all this time, have you found Ivy?"His hand froze for a moment before he turned to me with a look of loathing. He said, "I've already made a police report. When they find Ivy, I'll finally prove you've been lying all along."I let out a bitter laugh. "Don't troub
Gemma stumbled back to her feet with a look of bewilderment. "Clinton, who do you think you are to hit me? You're just a pathetic lapdog!"She added, "You were the one who dragged me to that soccer match. Your daughter's dead because of you. What gives you the right to pin this on me?"I never thought I'd see the day the two of them turn on each other.Nevertheless, I had no interest in their drama.I turned to Robert and said, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Smith."Robert waved a hand dismissively. "I never imagined Clinton could be so foolish."Once Ivy's grave was restored, I made to leave.Clinton hurried after me and said, "Suzy, give me another chance, please. I'll cut all ties with Gemma. I promise. Let's start over. We can be happy again, can't we?"Without looking back, I replied coldly, "There's nothing left between us."After that, I gathered my belongings, along with Ivy's keepsakes, and left the house we had once shared.The grief of losing Ivy was unbearable. In the
Clinton's feelings for Gemma changed, and he no longer wanted revenge.Instead, he began seeing flaws in me everywhere he looked. Even his daughter didn't seem so adorable anymore. Gradually, his entire focus shifted to Gemma.It wasn't until Ivy's death that he finally woke up from his delusion.What kind of unforgivable things had he done?For a woman who had once humiliated and abandoned him, he had sacrificed his daughter's life.I didn't want him anymore, either. The woman who had once loved him the most had cast him aside. I told him that forgiveness would have to wait until our next lives.From that point on, dark thoughts began to consume him. During surgeries, his focus would falter, and eventually, an incident occurred that ended his career for good.As for Gemma, she moved on in no time and even became pregnant with another man's child. In front of her new partner, she openly mocked and ridiculed him.How was Clinton supposed to endure that?His daughter was gone. H
On the day Clinton left the hospital, he saw Gemma arm-in-arm with another man during a pregnancy checkup.Rage consumed him, and he stormed up to yank her hair."You bitch, you've been lying to me this whole time?" He snarled as he looked at Gemma's belly. "My daughter is dead. You don't deserve to have a child!"Before Gemma could scream, the man beside her punched Clinton and sent him sprawling to the floor. Clinton tried to get up, but his weakened state left him defenseless.Gemma sneered down at him with contempt and hugged the man. "He's the loser I told you about. He was so desperate to please me that he even ditched his daughter to take me to a soccer match. Can you believe that? "His daughter died of an allergic reaction because of him. He's pathetic." Clinton couldn't handle such an insult. That very night, he sneaked into Gemma's home and strangled her to death with a rope."I've lost everything because of you. You don't get to live your life or have a child. You
Gemma stumbled back to her feet with a look of bewilderment. "Clinton, who do you think you are to hit me? You're just a pathetic lapdog!"She added, "You were the one who dragged me to that soccer match. Your daughter's dead because of you. What gives you the right to pin this on me?"I never thought I'd see the day the two of them turn on each other.Nevertheless, I had no interest in their drama.I turned to Robert and said, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Smith."Robert waved a hand dismissively. "I never imagined Clinton could be so foolish."Once Ivy's grave was restored, I made to leave.Clinton hurried after me and said, "Suzy, give me another chance, please. I'll cut all ties with Gemma. I promise. Let's start over. We can be happy again, can't we?"Without looking back, I replied coldly, "There's nothing left between us."After that, I gathered my belongings, along with Ivy's keepsakes, and left the house we had once shared.The grief of losing Ivy was unbearable. In the
Gemma stopped Clinton with teary eyes. "Clinton, what about Ginger?"Without hesitation, Clinton shoved me to the ground. "Wait here."Then, to my horror, he grabbed a nearby shovel and began digging into the ground. "I won't let you waste money putting on this ridiculous act. This spot would be better used for burying Ginger."I lunged forward, screaming, "Clinton, are you insane? This is Ivy's grave! How can you even think of burying a cat here?"Clinton shoved me away with disdain. "You're the crazy one. Just look at yourself. Do you even know what you're doing? When I'm done here, I'm locking you in a psych ward."Exhausted and heartbroken, I stared at him with nothing but disappointment in my eyes. "Clinton, after all this time, have you found Ivy?"His hand froze for a moment before he turned to me with a look of loathing. He said, "I've already made a police report. When they find Ivy, I'll finally prove you've been lying all along."I let out a bitter laugh. "Don't troub
"Are you even human? Where's your conscience? Our daughter's ashes are right in front of you, and yet you don't believe it! When your colleague called to confirm, you thought it was all an act I staged!"Ivy's dead! She died because you were too busy watching a soccer match with Gemma to answer your phone. She died in the three days you turned off your phone and disappeared!"Clinton, if you cared even just a little, go to the hospital right now and take a look at her death certificate. See for yourself whether I'm telling the truth or not."When Ivy was dying, she kept begging to see you. And what did you do? You chose your lover and let Ivy die from an allergic reaction! You're not fit to call yourself her father!"My voice cracked as I poured out every ounce of anger and grief.For a moment, Clinton seemed shaken. He frowned and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"I let out a bitter laugh. "Even now, you refuse to believe me."He took a hesitant step forward, but Gemma interr
Clinton shot me a glare and said, "Don't listen to Suzy. She's hiding Ivy somewhere. I'll explain everything when I get back to work."After hanging up, he picked up the photo, only to flip it over and see Ivy's portrait. He ripped the photo into pieces, hurling them at me."Very well, Suzy. You outdid yourself this time. You even tricked my colleagues."The sight of Ivy's scattered ashes broke my heart.At the thought of Ivy's pleading eyes before she passed and how she couldn't rest in peace even now, something inside me snapped at last.I slapped Clinton across the face, then shoved him and Gemma toward the door."Get out! Both of you! Leave Ivy alone!"Gemma shrieked as she clutched her face, "How dare you hit me!"I was beyond reason as I screamed, "I should kill you both for tormenting Ivy, even in death!"Clinton pinned me to the ground and shielded Gemma behind him. "Have you lost your mind? Stop saying Ivy's dead! If you keep this up, I'll send you to hell first!"Ge
Heartbroken, I'd swallowed my feelings and returned to being just friends.I thought we'd have no more intersections in life.Then, one night, Clinton had shown up drunk outside my dorm, shouting my name, "Suzy, I was wrong! Gemma never loved me. She left me to go abroad with someone else."That night had changed everything between us.Later, Clinton had made a grand gesture to confess his feelings and promised we'd marry after graduation. Two years later, we had a lavish wedding and a beautiful baby girl.At first, Clinton had been learning how to be a good husband and father. He'd devoted every spare moment to Ivy—listening to her babbling and watching her take her first steps.When Ivy called him "Daddy" for the first time, he had cried tears of joy.Clinton would treat Ivy's crude crayon drawing of our family like a masterpiece and proudly display it.Once, they were molding clay figures together, and Ivy had asked giddily, "Daddy, look! I made our family of three. Do you l
"Sweetheart, hold on just a little longer. Daddy will be here soon," I said as I clutched my daughter, Ivy Reeves' hand tightly.Watching her breathing grow more labored, I couldn't stand it any longer and dialed Clinton Reeves' number again. The phone rang for a long time, and my hope dwindled with every second.Just when I was about to give up, the call connected, and Clinton's irritated voice came through, "What now? Can't you just have a doctor give Ivy some medicine? Why do I have to come back?""Clinton, Ivy's condition is serious! The doctors won't administer anything without you here. You're the only one who can help her," I shouted out of frustration.In the background, I could hear the roar of a crowd and cheers for a goal.Clinton's tone turned placating as he said to someone, "Relax. Your favorite player's about to hit the field. Let me finish this call."Then, his voice turned cold when he spoke to me, "I'm well aware of Ivy's condition. Stop using her as an excuse t