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.

he was still confused on how

himself as he contemplated, ‘If Sophie was indeed innocent, how will I face

he thought of this possibility, he felt his face burned with shame and his

for the time being until he was

as he was about to open the door of his car, he spotted Sophie

she was limping as she walked down the

a man

his arms as he held her bag in his other

whispered something in her ear and she burst into

and pure trust reflected in her

was an

was the one in the photo!’ His fingers were turning white as his grip tightened

time!’ He laughed angrily and the fury which was reflected in his eyes was far more

a phone call informing her of Sophie's discharge from the

a mysterious number and then ordered in a cool voice, "Everything goes according to plan.Sophie is already

Sophie back to her

her psychologist and the only friend

a very trustworthy

three years, she had lived in

on anymore and was about to surrender, she would go

tough

a nanny and settled everything for her before

had always been like

with and was patient

was her greatest blessing to have met him all