My Wife Secretly Aborted Our Child, and After My Death, the Truth Drove Her to Madness

I lie in a hospital bed, battling a severe illness, while my wife races to the airport to pick up her first love, who just returned from abroad.

She spends her days drinking with him, picking fights, and chasing every reckless thrill they can find.

She forgets our wedding anniversary entirely, and when she decides to end our child's life, she keeps it from me—like I don't deserve to know.

Even when I end up in a car accident, broken and bleeding, she doesn't bother to visit.

Despair sets in, and on the operating table, I take my last breath.