Chapter 2

I got to know Jeremy at college.

We dated for three years and got married after graduation.

Just a year later, I got pregnant.

When Jeremy learned about the pregnancy, he was so overjoyed that he lifted me off the floor and spun me around several times.

In the early days of my pregnancy, I couldn't stop vomiting.

Jeremy accompanied me and tried every possible way to make me feel better.

He looked up recipes and cooked nutritious meals for me every day.

As my belly grew larger, he accompanied me on walks every day.

When we started dating, he was a heavy smoker. But he quit smoking voluntarily after I became pregnant.

I used to tease him that he knew a lot of such things about family life, as not many men would know in the same way.

He would always smile and say that since he was going to be a father, he should do those things.

He told me that he was willing to love me and our baby with all his heart since I was willing to give birth to his baby.

But just when I was waiting to meet our baby expectantly, I was met with such a devastating outcome.

This blow shattered all my beautiful dreams.

Half a month after the baby's death, I fell into severe depression and drowned in tears every day.

Especially when I saw the clothes and toys I had bought for the baby, I was even more heartbroken. I was often unable to muster the strength to leave my bed.

Phoebe called Jeremy more than once to ask him to come home to see me.

But she waited for many days, and Jeremy still didn't return.

Then one day, I accidentally came across Daisy Covington's post on her social media.

The moment I saw the photo, I began shaking uncontrollably.

It was a picture of Daisy holding a baby on the screen.

The baby in her arms was smiling happily, just like the baby I had dreamed of countless times.

What struck me the most was the red birthmark on the baby's ear. I felt an unbearable, piercing pain in my heart.

I suddenly remembered that during my delivery, I vaguely heard the midwife mention a birthmark on my baby's ear.

A horrifying guess surged into my mind.