His daughter was gone. His wife was gone. His home was gone. Everything he had was gone.
If that was the case, he thought Gemma could go to hell with him. He killed Gemma and then took his own life at Ivy’s grave.
I stood over Clinton’s lifeless body, feeling nothing. In my heart, he had long been dead.
I didn’t bury him alongside Ivy, as I believed she wouldn’t need a father like him in her next life. After all, I could never forgive him.
How could I forgive the man who killed our daughter? If I did, how could I face her?
To me, Clinton was the murderer of my child, and I would never forget that..
He deserved to be paired with someone as despicable as Gemma. There was no way I’d let him tarnish our daughter’s next life.
I carelessly discarded his ashes in the trash.
Yes, I was selfish and ruthless. But someone like him didn’t deserve to be remembered.
Slowly, I began to heal from the pain of losing my daughter I traveled to many places, witnessing the diverse
cul and lives of people. I met all kinds of individuals along the way.
I realized I still had the capacity to love, but I no longer wished to expend that energy on romance. One such experience was more than enough.
It was hard to imagine that while I lived in a peaceful era, another country was engulfed in the horrors of war. There, I saw countless children who had lost their parents.
I thought I should do something about this.
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So, I decided to become a doctor and provide medical humanitarian assistance to the victims. I treated countless children, and in doing so, became a mother to many of them
For the first time in years, I felt I had found my true purpose.
I wasn’t just Ivy’s mother. First and foremost, I was myself. And only after that, a mother who had lost her child.
I believed Ivy would be happy seeing the person I had become. The old me had no sense of self and lived entirely around Clinton.
But now, I was free. It was time to let the past rest.
Another spring arrived with flowers in full bloom. I returned to Ivy’s grave to share my progress and make a promise to her.
For the sake of our reunion in the next life, I would continue to do good and help others. This life would be dedicated to kindness and virtue.
That way, Ivy would surely choose me as her mother again when she was reborn.
The next moment, the sunflowers around her grave swayed gently in the wind.
In that fleeting instant, I felt her approval.
