Todos los capítulos de Don't Cry, My Darling: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

The day Ansel Wright returned to the country, I was huddled beside a trash can at the intersection of Wall Street, eating scraps that I had scavenged to fill my stomach.My legs had been cut off, and I could only prop up my body with my hands. I was disheveled and in rags, and I looked no different from a beggar. As I looked up at the huge advertising screen at the intersection, I saw that Ansel was being interviewed with his fiancée, Anne Nelson. Over the past two years, Ansel had become a rising star named in Forbes' Rankings. The air-conditioning in the interview room seemed to be too cold, as Ansel took off his jacket and draped it over Anne. He did it in a familiar manner, and there was a tender, gentle look in his eyes.My eyes turned red abruptly, and a lump rose in my throat as tears rolled down my cheeks. I had always loved wearing dresses. Even on snowy winter days when the temperature was below freezing, I would wear dresses that exposed my bare legs. During those

I felt as if needles were being driven into my heart, and it hurt so much that my breathing became labored.Tears slid unbidden down my face. Wasn't I already dead? Why could I still feel pain?The sound of Ansel closing the door woke Anne.She was wearing a lacy nightdress, and she took Ansel's arm affectionately. "We're going to take wedding photos today! Let's hurry and set off."The two of them left after getting dressed. In the studio, Anne changed into a pink, gauzy gown that swept along the floor. Ansel wore a white suit.The photographer guided them into posing in several intimate ways.The last photo was of the two of them kissing.I did not want to watch any longer. Watching more would just be torture to me. Anne posted their photos on Facebook, and soon, there were over ten thousand comments. "Anne is so pretty! A woman like her, who can start from scratch with Ansel, is what you call a good woman!""Anne is much better than Ansel's selfish ex-wife!""Callou

I still remembered how I had been abandoned by my own parents when I was six years old. They felt that I was too frail and spent too much of their money because I was always sick. They threw me down beside a trash can when I was an inch from death.It had been a very, very cold winter day, and I'd had a high fever. Emily was the one who saw me and brought me home. She had my illness treated and nourished me to improve my health. She gave me all kinds of expensive vitamins and supplements so that I slowly became stronger. Once I was healthy, she asked me if I wanted to go back to my parents. I shook my head and told her that I didn't know where my home was. She let me stay and live with her. Emily was very good to me. She was divorced and raising Ansel on her own, and she was not well off, but she was still willing to let me have the best of everything. She treated me like her own daughter.Sometimes, Ansel would even get jealous of me and say that he felt as if he were the on

One day, over ten people barged into the house and began beating Emily, Ansel, and me up.Emily and I were not their main targets, so we managed to find an opportunity to hide in the bathroom and call the police.However, Ansel was beaten up so badly that he had over ten fractures in his body.He was half-dead. While he was being treated in the hospital, Emily was diagnosed with kidney failure. She needed a kidney transplant, and the doctor said that mine happened to be compatible. I was three months pregnant at the time.We had been anticipating the baby for a long time, and it had finally come. However, we were not equipped to raise a child at the time, nor were the circumstances suitable for doing so.In the end, I had a plan, which I began to carry out.The first step was to divorce Ansel and tell him that I was going to abort the child because I did not want to continue living with him in such poor conditions.Ansel told me that I could abort the child as he had no mone

Emily was startled. She leaned over and saw the message on the computer.The cup she was holding fell to the floor and shattered."Something has happened to Julie, hasn't it?"She fainted as soon as she finished speaking.After Ansel brought her to the hospital, he immediately contacted the police officers on Seely Street. He asked about the murder that had taken place under the bridge.The police took him to the morgue, where my corpse was lying.Ansel looked completely lost. He could not believe that I really was dead.He pulled the white cloth away, trembling. The burns on my face had left scars, and I looked terrifying. I was bald, and I was still clutching the lucky charm.Ansel began sobbing violently.Although he couldn't recognize me, he had seen the charm.He had also seen the butterfly-shaped birthmark on my neck.He didn't want to admit that I was dead, but there was so much proof to show that the corpse lying there was me."Mr. Wright, Ms. Bain was a very