Her son wanted her dead.
Her husband wanted her erased.
And the child she never even knew she carried had been cut out of her before she could feel it flutter inside her womb.
"Why…?" she croaked out into the darkness, her voice trembling and hoarse, "What… did I… do… wrong…?".
Her dry lips trembled as silent tears pooled under her lashes.
She thought of Shen Xuan's little face, how he had once buried his nose in her neck, giggling softly as he hugged her tight with his chubby arms. "Mommy, I love you the most in the world," he had whispered once at bedtime, falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.
Now he wished her dead.
She thought of Shen Xiao's cold eyes looking down at her in the hospital, filled with nothing but disgust. His lips twisted when she cried, and his voice was so empty as he told her to stop embarrassing him with her sympathy-seeking antics.
