After Losing My Child, I No Longer Love

Every time Jake screwed up, he would buy me a designer bag. Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton—you name it, I had it. It became a cycle: he’d make a mistake, I’d get angry, and the next day, a luxury bag would show up at our doorstep, wrapped in the most pristine packaging. And like clockwork, I’d forgive him.

Until one day, I didn’t.

On the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, while the world was celebrating with family, I stumbled upon a social media post that made my heart stop. It wasn’t a dramatic breakup or a tell-all story—no, it was a simple update from Jake's secretary, Angela.