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The day before I married Carter,
I drank tea spiked with apple juice, my whole body broke out in sores and I was rushed to the hospital.
Before I left, Carter said he would wait for me to return, but secretly married Sarah behind my back.
He said he would send whoever hurt me to hell,
But I remember only Carter knew about my apple juice allergy.

The Cancer-causing Apple Juice From My Husband

When I woke up in the morning, Dr. Carter held me close.


"Tomorrow is the seventh day since the child's passing, the day of the burial. I'll be there."


"Dr. Carlisle, that was my child too. Even if I didn't want it, it was still mine."


"I love you and I loved him, do you understand?"


I remained silent, not wanting to speak. Dr. Carter held me tighter, letting me feel his beating heart and the warmth of his embrace.


It was comforting, but my heart remained cold.


The next day, for the child's burial, I took the day off and arrived early.


But there was no sign of Dr. Carter for quite some time.


I texted Dr. Carter, but he didn't reply.


The staff asked me when to begin, and I swallowed my sorrow.


As I watched the burial and the placing of my child's headstone, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an iron grip, leaving me breathless.


My poor child, who hardly experienced a father's love in life, now buried without his father present. I felt as if I'd been plunged into an icy abyss.


As the ceremony concluded, I finally saw missed calls from Dr. Carter. I called him back.


"Yes.""I'm sorry, Melody suddenly had heart problems and fainted. Honey and I are at the hospital."


I didn't wait for him to finish, quickly hanging up the phone.


I returned home like a wandering ghost, discovering an extra delivery box at the door.


Opening it, I found it contained a serrated hunting knife. My eyes lit up - this was the most crucial evidence in my son's murder.


The organization had helped me find it. I had once carved a declaration of love on this knife, never imagining it would end up stabbing the person I loved most.


Snapping back to reality, I rushed anxiously to the police station, demanding immediate fingerprint analysis.


I had to find out who did it, who the killer was.


But the forensics lab told me that while the knife was well-preserved, it had been a rainy day, making fingerprint extraction difficult. The storage conditions weren't ideal either.


The chances were likely very slim. I nearly broke down crying - was this the last hope?


Thankfully, they said they'd do their utmost to help me.


A vicious glint flashed in my eyes. I would personally slaughter the killer.


When it came time for Carter and I to return to the old family home, I was surprised to find Sarah there with her son.


Sarah's graceful figure accompanied Mrs.Standing beside Carlisle, the children were busy entertaining Mrs. Carlisle, while I stood off to the side, feeling like an outsider.


Sarah noticed me and affectionately grabbed my hand. "Sister-in-law, you're here."


I looked at her and pulled my hand away in disgust.


Sarah was left awkwardly holding her hand out. Carter then took Vivienne's hand in his. "Don't worry about her."


Vivienne gave an awkward smile, then scanned me up and down, her eyes full of mockery.


During the family meal, Mrs. Carlisle suddenly asked me, "The child is gone, so be it. It wasn't meant to be. When are you going to have another one?"


My hand holding the chopsticks froze mid-air.


Sarah quickly tried to smooth things over. "Sister-in-law just lost her child. Why don't we let Melody be Asher's child instead?"


The child beside her chimed in on cue, "Daddy!"


Everyone was delighted, but I shattered the jovial atmosphere.


"What do you mean 'it wasn't meant to be'? That was my child. How can you say 'so be it' like it didn't matter?" I slammed my chopsticks down on the table as I spoke.


Chapter 4