When Stars Fade
After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital.
Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me.
The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people."
After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly.
The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably.
Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!"
After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care fo