Chapter 3

I stood at the entrance, and the air was heavy with dust.

A glance at the dining table revealed it was covered in a layer of dust.

I had been in the hospital for a month, and the house had been empty for just as long. Everything in the room was exactly as I had left it.

The seedlings on the balcony had withered.

It dawned on me that Jarrod hadn't been home.

Today was the day I was discharged from the hospital, yet Jarrod was nowhere to be seen.

I also didn't expect him to come, so I took a taxi home alone, only to be greeted by this scene.

I walked into the spare bedroom, filled with things I had prepared for the baby.

The crescent-shaped crib, the assortment of tiny clothes-all now useless.

Remembering that the baby's funeral affairs were still unresolved, I took out my phone to call Jarrod.

The baby had passed away before even opening his eyes to see this world, but I still wanted to preserve the traces of his existence.

"Hello." A woman's voice came through the phone.

I tightened my grip on the phone and said coldly, "Let me speak to Jarrod."

"Jarrod is busy right now, no time." Sylvia's voice carried a hint of amusement.

I steadied myself. "Don't forget, I'm his wife."

"Jarrod is cooking for me, " Sylvia said smugly. "He said I need to eat nutritious food to fully recover. What do you need him for? I can pass on the message."

"I need him to come back to arrange the baby's funeral affairs." I struggled to keep my anger in check.

"You would be unlucky to prepare funeral affairs for unborn children. I advise you to forget it." Sylvia said disdainfully.

"That was the child of Jarrod and me. You have no right to comment." I couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at Sylvia.

She remained unfazed. "Let's see if Jarrod listens to you or to me."

When I tried calling again, I found that I had been blocked.

My lower abdomen began to ache, and I opened my mouth, then blood suddenly gushed out.