With those words, Emily closed her eyes forever.
"Emily, wake up! Mommy can't live without you. Don't sleep!"
Despite my heart-wrenching cries, she didn't open her eyes again.
Remembering Emily's last words, I felt a wild beast gnawing away at my sanity.
I took out my phone and called Jeffrey, but he hung up on me again, and I received a message from him shortly after.
[I'm busy. Don't call and disturb me.]
I opened my Instagram and saw that Louise had just posted an update.
[Thanks to my dear neighbor, who always fulfills my whims. He drove 60 miles in the scorching heat to get me my favorite cake. I feel very happy to have you around.]
The photo showed Louise and Jeffrey with milkshakes and cakes.
Their location was tagged as Blido City.
Anger surged through me, and I trembled as I sent Jeffrey a message.
"Jeffrey, let's get a divorce!"
Then, I blocked him.
Jeffrey Strong and Louise Joseph had been childhood friends, growing up together. In high school, Louise's family faced a crisis, forcing her to move abroad, and they were separated.
During college, I met Jeffrey. I fell for him at first sight and pursued him passionately in the prime of my youth.
Eventually, my genuine affection won him over, and we became a couple. After graduation, we started a business together, supporting each other through countless challenges.
Finally, we got married.
After Emily was born, Jeffrey encouraged me to gradually leave the workforce and stay home to take care of the family.
Our life was ordinary but happy.
I thought we would remain this blissfully happy forever.
However, when Emily turned five, Louise returned.
Her reappearance disrupted our peace and stirred up turmoil in Jeffrey's heart.
Jeffrey became increasingly impatient with me and our daughter. He often stayed out all night, and at the mere call from Louise, he would abandon us and rush to her side eagerly.
This left me deeply disappointed and heartbroken.
Since Emily's accident, Jeffrey hadn't returned home. Louise's Instagram was filled with photos of their adventures in Blido City.
It wasn't until the day of Emily's funeral that Jeffrey finally called.
"Rose, you're getting more unreasonable. I only asked Emily to get Louise a milkshake."
"Only? Jeffrey, Emily was only six. How could you send her out alone to buy a milkshake? Are you even human?"
I questioned him angrily.