My daughter suffered a sudden heart attack and died in her hospital bed.
My husband, a heart specialist, was at the hospital that day too, but he was busy treating the daughter of his first love, who was staying in the room next door.
As she lay dying, our daughter asked me:
“Daddy’s the best doctor. He’s saved so many people. Why won’t he save me?”
I had no answer.
At our daughter’s funeral, I called Lin Yanzhou.
He hung up impatiently.
“Ru Yan’s daughter, Yueyue, has a serious heart condition and is still being treated at the hospital. Can you stop getting jealous at the wrong time?”
Kneeling before the gravestone, I gazed at my child’s portrait and knew our marriage was truly over.
