My Husband's First love Killed My Son

My husband took his childhood sweetheart to a pet hospital.

But he called and asked my six-year-old son to deliver the asthma inhaler.

Just as my son left the entrance of the apartment complex, he was crushed by a dump truck.

When I ran over, his tiny broken hand was still tightly holding the asthma inhaler.

I wanted to pick up his body, only to realize that he had been crushed into pieces.

And the driver had long since disappeared without a trace.

I desperately called my husband, but he questioned me aggressively.