(From Ashes to Hope) Chapter 4
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This unexpected new life filled me with uncertainty, like a person stumbling
in the dark, suddenly illuminated by a beam of light, yet still feeling lost.
I was filled with anxiety, worried that he wouldn’t welcome this surprise.
The worry consumed me.
After much deliberation, I didn’t have the courage to tell him directly, so I
confided in my mother–in–law, Mrs. Miller.
To my surprise, she was overjoyed when she heard the news.
Her face radiated with uncontainable joy, like a flower in full bloom, its
fragrance filling the air.
It was as if this child was a long–awaited gift, bringing new hope to her life.
To ensure I could focus on my pregnancy, Mrs. Miller arranged for an
experienced nanny to take care of my daily needs.
The
nanny was attentive and thoughtful, managing everything with
meticulous care, providing me with warmth during this special time.
Days turned into weeks, and I awaited the arrival of our child with a mixture
of anticipation and anxiety.
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Finally, our daughter, Lily, was born.
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It should have been a moment of pure joy and hope, the delivery room
bathed in a soft, warm light.
But John’s face was devoid of any smile.“Now I don’t owe you anything,” he
said coldly, and my mother doesn’t owe you anything either.”
His cold words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last flicker
of hope in my heart.
Back then, I still clung to the illusion that as Lily grew up, his wandering
heart would return to our family, like a lost bird finding its way
home.
But now, after all that had happened, I realized how foolish and pathetic I
had been.
In this absurd marriage farce, I was like a pawn manipulated by fate,
powerless to resist.
After Lily’s birth, I felt trapped in the cage of “family,” the only one truly
imprisoned.
Every day, I was like a tireless spinning top, revolving around Lily.
From the moment the first rays of sunlight entered the room, I was busy
caring for her, dressing her, feeding her, changing her diapers, observing her
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every expression and movement, watching her grow from an infant, learning to
roll over, crawl, walk, and talk
Those were times filled with the joys of motherhood, but also with
loneliness and isolation.
And John, who should have shared the responsibilities of family with me,
remained like an elusive ghost, drifting outside the home, indifferent to
everything within it.
I thought back to the beginning, to the marriage I had gained at the cost of
my mother’s life.
My mother’s great and tragic sacrifice should have brought happiness and
stability, but it had turned into a complete tragedy.
And now, fate was so cruel, demanding Lily’s life to end this endless pain
and struggle.
I questioned the heavens, why was I treated so unfairly? I received no
answer, only an endless silence.
With a heavy heart, I dragged my weary feet, leaving the home that held so
many complex emotions.
I held Lily’s urn tightly in my arms, that small box contained my entire world,
my only solace and connection in this cold world.
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I returned to the small house where my mother and I had lived, every corner
filled with warm memories.
Time seemed to stand still, my mother’s love still lingered in the air, and I
hoped Lily’s soul could find peace in this familiar atmosphere.
However, the harsh realities of life soon intruded.
Just to buy a resting place for Lily, I had to wait in line for three days, the
long wait a torment from fate.
Finally, the day of Lily’s burial arrived. The sunlight was pale and cold, as if
the heavens were mourning my tragic fate.
With a heavy heart, I slowly opened the door to my home.
Suddenly, someone rushed in from outside.
Before I could see who it was, a powerful force kicked me hard.
Caught off guard, my body was thrown backward by the impact.
Physical pain washed over me, intertwined with my emotional wounds,
making me unbearable.
At the critical moment, I instinctively hugged Lily’s urn tightly. It was my
only remaining treasure, and I couldn’t let anything happen to it.
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My body hit the floor with a thud, my shoulder and elbow slamming hard
against the ground. The sharp pain almost made me lose my grip on the urn.
gaze.
I looked up in fear, ready to confront the intruder, but met John’s furious
His eyes burned with rage, anger and resentment had robbed him of all
reason.
Behind him, his ex–girlfriend was surrounded by a group of bodyguarda,
standing at a distance.
She wore a white mask, her expression hidden, but her slightly hunched
figure betrayed her unease.
Before I could process the situation, John had already stepped over me and
stormed into the house like a whirlwind.
He shouted Lily’s name, his voice filled with anger and urgency.
Then, he frantically kicked open every door, searching the house.
His
every move was rough and forceful, furniture overturned in his wake.
But he didn’t find the small figure he was hoping for. His anger seemed to
reach its peak.
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He stood in the middle of the room, his cheer bearing Kresting for dr
I sat on the floor, stunned, my mind blank, not knowing what they were
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doing
His patience wore thin, the suppressed rege in the chest ergeed Wren Book,
uncontrollable,
He suddenly raised his foot and kicked a nearby stock. The mod few across
the room, crashing against the wall with a loud bang
He strode towards me.
His eyes were bloodshot with fury, like a wild beast that had lost all reason.
Before I could react, he squatted down and grabbed my collar with His strong
hands, like an eagle’s talons.
My neck ached from the tight grip, I could barely breathe.
His face was inches from mine, his voice a furious growl, “Where’s Lily? Get
her out here! You think you can hide here and I won’t find you? Hiding after
doing something wrong, huh? Tell me, where’s my daughter?”
His voice boomed in the small space, ringing in my ears.
I stared at his face, contorted with rage, his appearance filling me with
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His forehead veins bulged as he roared, “Stop acting innocent, it’s disgusting”
I instinctively tightened my grip on the urn, my most precious possession, as if I could protect Lily’s last shred of dignity, shield her from any disturbance.
I looked at him coldly, my eyes sharp as blades, my voice firm and icy, “I told you, you’re not worthy of mentioning my daughter! Now get out of here with
your ex–girlfriend!”
My words were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting the anger that had been
simmering within him.
He stood up abruptly, like an enraged bull, running his hands through his
hair, messing it up, then slamming his fist on the table with a loud bang. The
objects on the table rattled, some falling to the floor and shattering, echoing his
fury.
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This unexpected new life filled me with uncertainty, like a person stumbling
in the dark, suddenly illuminated by a beam of light, yet still feeling lost.
I was filled with anxiety, worried that he wouldn’t welcome this surprise.
The worry consumed me.
After much deliberation, I didn’t have the courage to tell him directly, so I
confided in my mother–in–law, Mrs. Miller.
To my surprise, she was overjoyed when she heard the news.
Her face radiated with uncontainable joy, like a flower in full bloom, its
fragrance filling the air.
It was as if this child was a long–awaited gift, bringing new hope to her life.
To ensure I could focus on my pregnancy, Mrs. Miller arranged for an
experienced nanny to take care of my daily needs.
The nanny was attentive and thoughtful, managing everything with
meticulous care, providing me with warmth during this special time.
Days turned into weeks, and I awaited the arrival of our child with a mixture.
of anticipation and anxiety,
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Finally, our daughter, Lily, was born.
It should have been a moment of pure joy and hope, the delivery room
bathed in a soft, warm light.
But John’s face was devoid of any smile.“Now I don’t owe you anything,” he
said coldly, “and my mother doesn’t owe you anything either.”
His cold words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last flicker
of hope in
my
heart.
Back then, I still clung to the illusion that as Lily grew up,
his wandering
heart would return to our family, like a lost bird finding its way home.
But
had been.
now, after all that had happened, I realized how foolish and pathetic I
In this absurd marriage farce, I was like a pawn manipulated by fate,
powerless to resist.
After Lily’s birth, I felt trapped in the cage of “family,” the only one truly
imprisoned.
Every day, I was like a tireless spinning top, revolving around Lily.
From the moment the first rays of sunlight entered the room, I was busy
caring for her, dressing her, feeding her, changing her diapers, observing her
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every expression and movement, watching her grow from an infant, learning to
roll over, crawl, walk, and talk.
Those were times filled with the joys of motherhood, but also with
loneliness and isolation.
And John, who should have shared the responsibilities of family with me,
remained like an elusive ghost, drifting outside the home, indifferent to
everything within it.
I thought back to the beginning, to the marriage I had gained at the cost of
my mother’s life.
My mother’s great and tragic sacrifice should have brought happiness and
stability, but it had turned into a complete tragedy.
And now, fate was so cruel, demanding Lily’s life to end this endless pain
and struggle.
I questioned the heavens, why was I treated so unfairly? I received no
answer, only an endless silence.
With a heavy heart, I dragged my weary feet, leaving the home that held so
many complex emotions.
I held Lily’s urn tightly in my arms, that small box contained my entire world,
my only solace and connection in this cold world.
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I returned to the small house where my mother and I had lived, every corner
filled with warm memories.
Time seemed to stand still, my mother’s love still lingered in the air, and I
hoped Lily’s soul could find peace in this familiar atmosphere.
However, the harsh realities of life soon intruded.
Just to buy a resting place for Lily, I had to wait in line for three days, the
long wait a torment from fate.
Finally, the day of Lily’s burial arrived. The sunlight was pale and cold, as if
the heavens were mourning my tragic fate.
With a heavy heart, I slowly opened the door to my home.
Suddenly, someone rushed in from outside.
Before I could see who it was, a powerful force kicked me hard.
Caught off guard, my body was thrown backward by the impact.
Physical pain washed over me, intertwined with my emotional wounds,
making me unbearable.
At the critical moment, I instinctively hugged Lily’s urn tightly. It was my
only remaining treasure, and I couldn’t let anything happen to it.
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My body hit the floor with a thud, my shoulder and elbow slamming hard
against the ground. The sharp pain almost made me lose my grip on the urn.
gaze.
I looked up in fear, ready to confront the intruder, but met John’s furious.
His eyes
reason.
burned with rage, anger and resentment had robbed him of all
Behind him, his ex–girlfriend was surrounded by a group of bodyguards,
standing at a distance.
She wore a white mask, her expression hidden, but her slightly hunched
figure betrayed her unease.
Before I could process the situation, John had already stepped over me and
stormed into the house like a whirlwind.
He shouted Lily’s name, his voice filled with anger and urgency.
Then, he frantically kicked open every door, searching the house.
His every move was rough and forceful, furniture overturned in his wake.
But he didn’t find the small figure he was hoping for. His anger seemed to
reach its peak.
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He stood in the middle of the room, his chest heaving, gasping for air.
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I sat on the floor, stunned, my mind blank, not knowing what they were
doing.
His patience wore thin, the suppressed rage in his chest erupted like a flood,
uncontrollable.
He suddenly raised his foot and kicked a nearby stool. The stool flew across
the room, crashing against the wall with a loud bang.
He strode towards me.
His eyes were bloodshot with fury, like a wild beast that had lost all reason.
Before I could react, he squatted down and grabbed my collar with his strong
hands, like an eagle’s talons.
My neck ached from the tight grip, I could barely breathe.
His face was inches from mine, his voice a furious growl, “Where’s Lily? Get
her out here! You think you can hide here and I won’t find you? Hiding after
doing something wrong, huh? Tell me, where’s my daughter?”
His voice boomed in the small space, ringing in my ears.
I stared at his face, contorted with rage, his appearance filling me with
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bitterness.
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His forehead veins bulged as he roared, “Stop acting innocent, it’s disgusting!”
I instinctively tightened my grip on the urn, my most precious possession, as if I could protect Lily’s last shred of dignity, shield her from any disturbance.
I looked at him coldly, my eyes sharp as blades, my voice firm and icy, “I told
you, you’re not worthy of mentioning my daughter! Now get out of here with
your ex–girlfriend!”
My words were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting the anger that had been
simmering within him.
He stood up abruptly, like an enraged bull, running his hands through his
hair, messing it up, then slamming his fist on the table with a loud bang. The
objects on the table rattled, some falling to the floor and shattering, echoing his
fury.
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