The Diary Of My Dead Wife

A month later, Sophie was discharged from the hospital.But it was a bleak day for her.

No one was there to pick her up.

Her parents did not care about her, to the point that they had already forgotten her whole existence.

Her ex-husband had never loved her and she had been living in dire straits for the past three years.

On top of that, she didn't even have a single friend who can pick her up from the hospital.

Zac knew the situation she was in.

So he drove to the hospital early that morning, however, he hesitated at the door.

He wasn't sure whether he should go in or not.

After what happened at their last encounter, he didn't know why he still felt a little sorry for her.

He thought that there was a huge possibility that Sophie had only told him her child wasn't his out of spite.

He knew better how much she loved him, so how could she cheat on him whom she had loved deeply.

‘Sophie said that the man in those photos was her psychiatrist.Was there something wrong with her mental health? How come she never told me about this?’ As for the child in her belly, he knew that she thought about telling him about it.

He could still remember that one afternoon, she asked him over the phone if they could remain married if she can prove her innocence.

‘She wanted to tell me the news of her pregnancy, right?’ However, at that time, he was too confused to give her a clear answer.

In addition, there were too many uncertain points about Edith’s car accident and he needed time to sort them out.

was still confused on

he contemplated, ‘If Sophie was indeed innocent, how will I face her again?’

he felt his face burned with shame and

for the time being until he was able to clear

open the door of his car, he spotted Sophie at the exit of

legs were still in bad shape and she was limping as she walked

man

one of his arms as he held

saw the man whispered something in her ear and she burst

laughter was one of pure joy and Zac could see serenity and pure trust reflected in her eyes as she

was an eyesore

it! That man was the one in the photo!’ His fingers were turning white as his grip tightened over the steering

fury which was reflected in his

that same time, Edith also received a phone

a mysterious number and then ordered in a cool voice, "Everything goes according to

Sophie back

was her psychologist and the

a very

last three years, she had lived

felt that she couldn't hold on anymore and was about to surrender, she would go to

tough

nanny and settled everything for her

always

with and was patient with

to