Semua Bab Mistake of a Lifetime: My Husband and My Sister's Child: Bab 1 - Bab 9

I went to the orphanage to bid farewell to the child I had sponsored financially on the day I received my cancer diagnosis, only to find that the child, Lillian Lowe, was the illegitimate daughter that my husband, Henry Graham, had with my younger sister, Felicity Sullivan. Mom and Dad had also urged me to divorce Henry so that Felicity could take my place. Lillian, the child I had supported financially and adored dearly, actually wished for my early death.It was only after I was truly dead that everyone around me unraveled into madness.…I was told by the doctor that I had, at most, a week left to live. I held onto my diagnosis and spent all day trudging through the rain. I was consumed by thoughts of how I would tell my family and Henry, and what I would say to them as a final farewell. Walking aimlessly, I eventually found myself at Serenity Orphanage. I had been financially supporting Lillian Lowe, a girl who lived there, for three years. Though we weren't related by blo

I knew Felicity had done it on purpose. I turned to her with an indifferent smile on my face and asked, "When did Lillian become your daughter, Felicity?"Henry grabbed my arm before Felicity could respond, his voice becoming grave as he said, "You don't have to be so harsh, Whitney. Lillian likes Felicity, so it's only natural for her to call her 'Mommy.'"Mom and Dad echoed Henry's sentiment, saying, "That's right, Whitney. Why are you getting jealous of Felicity? If you hadn't been so unkind to Lillian all this time, she would have called you 'Mommy,' too."I had been unkind toward Lillian, huh? I stared at their impassive expressions and couldn't help but find the whole situation utterly absurd.It was then that a plate suddenly came flying through the air. Henry quickly moved to block it with his arm. His elbow took the brunt of the impact, but some of the shards still hit me, cutting my forehead.My eyes widened in surprise, and before I could even register what had happened

Upon hearing that, Henry stood rooted to the ground.Felicity, however, shoved him aside and looked at the police officer, asking indifferently, "It's Christmas, not April Fool's, officer. How could Whitney possibly be dead when she was doing just fine a few days ago?" Henry visibly relaxed after hearing Felicity's question. He then looked at the ring and said firmly, "You should know that a ring hardly proves anything. Whitney could have simply misplaced it. I'm sure nothing has happened to her."The two police officers looked at each other before the lead officer made a phone call. Then, a moment later, he held out his phone to Henry, asking, "Is this your wife, Mr. Graham?"Henry took the police officer's phone with a puzzled look on his face. The moment his eyes fell on the photo of the body, he dropped the phone.Felicity couldn't help but frown at the commotion. She leaned down, picked up the phone, and screamed when she saw the photo. She then ran back into the house, cryi

Henry thought about the events that had just transpired before slamming his hands on the steering wheel in anger. He felt like he hadn't hit Lillian hard enough for what she said earlier. He couldn't help but wonder how he had never noticed how malicious Lillian actually was. He was certain that if our baby had lived, she would have been as kind and gentle as I was.He sighed deeply at that thought, his brow furrowing even further.Felicity suddenly called Henry again. He was just about to reject her call when he noticed the photo she sent over. It was a photo of Mom, lying on a stretcher, with a group of paramedics carrying her into the ambulance.He hesitated for a moment before he ultimately drove to the hospital.He had just walked into the ward when Felicity burst into tears and yelled, "Do you know that you almost angered Mom to death? How could she not be grieving? She had raised Whitney for almost 30 years, for goodness' sake! She was just trying to put on a brave front bef

It was already late into the night when the whole farce finally ended. It had been two days since I died, and the festive Christmas spirit had already begun to wane. There were already people taking down their Christmas trees and using the gifts they had received. Their joy-filled faces stood in jarring opposition to the grim figure of Henry, who sat utterly alone on a bench.It was then that a young girl ran up to him and placed a piece of candy in his hand, saying, "Please don't be sad, mister. It'll definitely be much better next year!"Henry held the candy tightly in his hand. He then smiled as he ruffled the young girl's hair, saying, "Alright."He smiled wryly as the young girl ran off laughing. He then looked down at the candy in his hand and murmured, "It's never going to be alright."His greatest love had already died, after all—taken from him right on the day that was supposed to be the happiest and most joyful of the year.He let out a deep, weary sigh, as if he had c