My Child’s Death, His Total Ruin
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On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband He Yu.
The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.
That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.
So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.
I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.
I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”
The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”
Two orders, one phone number.
I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.
I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”
“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”
A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.
I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.
He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!
The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.
That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.
So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.
I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.
I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”
The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”
Two orders, one phone number.
I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.
I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”
“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”
A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.
I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.
He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!

















































