I Died in the Bathtub, and My Husband Was Still Coaxing Me Through the Door

In order to save our premature son, we spent all our savings and went into debt, but we still couldn't keep him. After losing my child, I suffered from severe depression. Jiang Ye was afraid that I would not be able to think straight, so even if he was in huge debt, he would always find ways to make me happy. "Daughter-in-law, I can still make money even if I don't have money. As long as you are here, my family will be there." He worked as a delivery driver during the day and worked hard at night. No matter how tired he was, the first thing he did when he got home was always to hold me tight. He gritted his teeth and held on to this broken home for a whole year. I thought we would survive the cold winter together, and one day I would be able to tell him with a smile that I had come out. But that day, when I saw children playing on the roadside, I couldn't help crying. Jiang Ye, who had just entered the house and was so tired that his eyes were red and bloodshot, suddenly collapsed. "That's enough! When will this lifeless life end!" "Everyone sympathizes with you for losing your child, but what about me? Am I not uncomfortable? Who the hell is going to feel sorry for me?" He slammed his helmet to the ground, turned and rushed into the rain. I was the only one left in the room. I looked at the utility knife on the windowsill. Better to die. With death, Jiang Ye no longer has to pretend to be strong. I can finally spend time with my children.