My Daughter

Chapter 10

After that day, Candice never appeared in front of me again. But small snacks would still show up on my desk.

Because of what happened, everyone in class ostracized me, and Ken assumed the worst

about me.

I wanted to explain, but no one believed me. Even though I was the victim, I couldn’t get my

point across.

This went on for a long time until one day I learned that Ken’s mother had fallen seriously

ill.

It wasn’t just any illness; the surgery was

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expensive, and his scholarship money wasn’t nearly enough. So my parents made a deal with

him.

He would marry me in a grand ceremony, and we would cover the surgery costs.

In the face of such great difficulty, he had no choice but to agree. Fortunately, after the surgery, his mother’s condition significantly improved.

Ken’s attitude towards me became less cold, though it was still indifferent. But I was content

with that.

When we got married, he insisted that I stop contacting Candice, or he would divorce me. I agreed.

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The happy days flew by. My parents‘ business flourished, his mother’s condition improved,

and Diana was born.

I thought life would always be this happy. But I

was wrong.

I hate that word “but.”

That phone call shattered all the harmony.

“Hello, sir. Mrs. Morris… passed away at seven o’clock this morning…”

Ken and I rushed to the hospital, frantic to understand why. But no matter how much Ken

asked, the only answer we got was: “Please

accept our condolences.”

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More bad news followed. My parents fell victim to a scam, losing all their savings.

My father couldn’t bear it and jumped into the river, and my mother, stricken with grief, also passed away.

I was devastated. In an instant, my family was

torn apart.

But thankfully, I still had Diana, and I still had

Ken.

After that, we worked tirelessly to repay our debts.

In the freezing weather, over twenty degrees below zero, I wore thin sweatshirts and stood in

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the cold handing out flyers for hours.

Every time I came home, I was numb from the cold. Ken would prepare a basin of warm water for my feet and cover my hands with his to

warm me.

Those days were hard. But we found some joy in the hardship.

Diana would rush to me the moment I came home, regardless of the cold clinging to me.

Ken, at least, still loved me.

Life seemed to hit us hard, only to offer a small

comfort afterward.