Chapter 1

To allow my husband to pursue his doctorate, I tore up my own college acceptance letter and took on eight jobs by myself.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband ran me over with his car, causing an immediate miscarriage.

Afterward, I learned that my husband had deliberately hit me, just to please his female assistant.

I hesitated no longer and filed for divorce.

My husband panicked.

With tears in his eyes, he grasped my hands, begging me to reconsider.

But what he didn't know was that over these years, in order to help him save for tuition, I had pushed my body to its limits and was now close to death.

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"Congratulations, according to the ultrasound, you appear to be expecting twins..."

As the doctor excitedly shared the ultrasound results with me, I stood there stunned, my hands caressing my belly as I gazed at the tiny embryos in the image.

"However..." The doctor suddenly sighed, advising me to take care of myself.

She told me that if my health continued to deteriorate, I would likely miscarry, and that I must be extremely careful.

I bit my lip and nodded, "Okay.""I will take care of my health."

I'm well aware that my health isn't great.

After all, over these past years, to pay for Dashiell's education, I've been working eight jobs simultaneously, hustling day and night to make money.

Back then, we both received college acceptance letters, but at that time, Dashiell's family ran into trouble, and my family went bankrupt. Suddenly, we didn't even have ten bucks between us.

Dashiell told me he wasn't planning on going to college anymore. He wanted to earn money to support his family.

I stopped him and voluntarily gave up my own college acceptance letter.

Throughout our years of dating, Dashiell always refused to let me suffer, granting my every request. Even if I suddenly craved oranges, he'd run to the supermarket at 3 AM to deliver them to the bottom of my dorm building.

During our winter internship, we rented a place together, staying in the cheapest part of town with no heating. He couldn't bear to let me wash dishes, always shooing me out of the kitchen to clean the utensils himself, ending up with a handful of chilblains.

My heart ached for Dashiell, and I couldn't bear to let him give up the chance to continue his education, so I decided to go out and work instead.At the toughest times, We couldn't even afford vegetables. A three-cent bread roll with hot sauce would last us an entire week.

Dashiell hugged me, crying, promising he'd study hard and take good care of me in the future.

Later, after Dashiell got his Ph.D. and joined a prestigious research lab, he bought us a new house and car, but gradually stopped coming home.

The doctor handed me a few prescriptions, telling me to get some medicine to improve my health.

I snapped back to reality, took the prescriptions from her hand, and softly thanked her.

After leaving the hospital, I called Dashiell, wanting to tell him I was pregnant.

With twins, no less.

But these two children...

I didn't know if I should bring them into this world.

Or rather, I didn't know if I was even capable of giving birth anymore.

Because I knew I was dying.

The phone only rang for a few seconds before I heard the cold, robotic female voice.

"The number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later..."

A sudden emptiness engulfed my heart.

But I understood Dashiell was busy. He'd been working overtime a lot lately, and now was probably no different.

I sighed and hung up the phone.Just then, I suddenly heard a shrill whistle.

A blinding white light flashed, causing me to stumble. I felt like my eyes were about to go blind.