Chapter 430 Special Extra: Baby, Mommy Loves You
This side story is told in the first person.
who I am?
For some reason, I can't remember my own name. I only know that I have a very lovely daughter named Wenxi.
My husband and I met through a blind date. Although we didn't have a deep emotional connection, he was incredibly attentive and caring towards me, so we naturally got married and soon after had a child. Like all first-time parents, we were overjoyed and eagerly awaited the arrival of our child.
However, this baby is a bit restless and keeps kicking my belly, but I'm happy because I know she'll definitely be very lively in the future. As the days went by, my belly gradually grew bigger, and for my health, my husband suggested that I take some time off work to rest. I thought so too; this little one is so active, it wouldn't be bad to take this opportunity to rest.
So I started to stay at home to rest during my pregnancy. My husband was very considerate. Every time he went out, he would prepare a meal for me and carefully remind me of the precautions before leaving. Although life was ordinary, it was also very warm.
A few months later, my child was born.
She is a very lovely girl. Her husband named her Wenxi. We all like her very much and hope that she can grow up safely and happily.
My favorite thing to do is to poke my daughter's soft little cheeks with my fingers. Then she will look at me with her big, watery eyes, and after a moment her little mouth will open slightly, and a happy laugh will escape her lips. My heart will melt. Thank God for giving me such a lovely daughter.
As my daughter grows up, she calls me "Mommy" and my husband "Daddy" in her sweet, childlike voice. I feel so incredibly happy to have such a caring husband and such a joyful daughter. I am so content.
I wish things could stay like this forever.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
As my daughter grew older, I inexplicably felt some changes in my body. I told my husband about it and found out that he felt the same way, which made us take it seriously and quickly went to the hospital for a detailed examination.
However, the test results showed no abnormalities, but we still couldn't shake the heavy feeling in our hearts. Even the hospital couldn't find anything wrong, so we went home with mixed feelings. Only when we saw our daughter still sleeping soundly in her crib did our heavy hearts finally relax.
I hope our feelings are just illusions. We really don't want any changes to interfere with our lives, but that's all we can do. There are many things in this world that we can't control.
That day, I hit my daughter.
This was the first time I had ever hit her, and I was shocked. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and my heart ached. Seeing my daughter standing there in a daze, I couldn't help but shed tears. I wanted to hug and comfort her as usual, but I couldn't move my body.
I'm terrified! What's happening? Why can't I control my body anymore?!
Not only could I not control it, but I could only watch helplessly as I hurt my daughter. No, no! She is my daughter! I cannot hurt her!
It felt as if someone had taken over my body; I could only watch, unable to do anything, a wave of helplessness washing over me. Why is this happening? How could this be?!
Watching my daughter stagger back into her room and close the door, my throat tightened, as if someone was gripping it tightly, preventing me from making a sound. I had not only hit her, but also hurled the most vicious insults at her. This was the first time I had ever hit her, and the first time I had ever cursed at her; she must be terrified.
I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to, I don't know how I became like this, I didn't want to, I didn't want to!!
I slumped onto the sofa, on the verge of collapse. My husband came home shortly after, and I instinctively sought comfort, only to be slapped hard across the face by him!
Pain swept through every cell of my body. I was stiff and stared in disbelief at the man in front of me, my husband, my daughter's father. He had always been gentle and had never laid a hand on me before. But today, he had actually laid a hand on me!
A nameless rage surged within me. Before I could even think, my body moved faster than my brain, and I slapped him back. Then, my husband and I began a full-blown brawl. The floor was a mess, and both of us had bruises on our faces and bodies, exchanging insults one after another.
Oh, I never knew I was seen this way in his eyes. My anger flared, and my husband and I lost control, starting a physical fight. After what seemed like an eternity, the nameless fire in my heart finally subsided, but the house was a complete mess.
The once warm and cozy home is now like ruins.
My emotions suddenly calmed down. My husband and I looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. We were both the same; we couldn't control our bodies anymore. Right now, we were just fighting each other, but what about later? What else could happen?
I didn't dare to think about it; I was breathing heavily, my breath ragged.
Today I hit my daughter and my husband. Is this still me?
Is this really something I can do?
I was confused, I was terrified, but my body didn't understand my fear. I could only watch helplessly as I hurt my daughter again and again, and fought with my husband. I cursed my daughter and husband with the most vile words, making a mess of the house. I wanted to stop, but I forgot that this body was no longer under my control.
The once happy family of three is gone. My daughter has become increasingly quiet and withdrawn, long since losing her childhood liveliness and cheerfulness. Finally, one day, my daughter asked us to get a divorce. I was exhausted. If I could get a divorce, I would be more than happy to do so.
But my daughter already hates my husband and me. She doesn't want to be with either of us. I still can't control my body and can only follow the rules to marry someone else and have children.
Suddenly one day, I discovered that I could move again.
I can move now! I can really move now!
Tears of joy cannot express my emotions at this moment. All I want to do is find my daughter. So many years have passed, and I don't know how she is doing. I can't wait to find her, but then I saw a video online.
My daughter was beaten by someone.
How dare she hit my daughter! Perhaps it was because I had been imprisoned for too long, but my heart had become twisted without my knowledge. I grabbed a knife and went to find that woman, stabbing her to death one stab at a time. However, the next second, my whole body burst into flames, and the pain of being burned overwhelmed my entire body. I couldn't stop screaming in agony.
It hurts so much, it really hurts. But the physical pain can't compare to the pain in my heart. I died. After I died, my soul wandered around and I saw my grown-up daughter. She cried when she heard that I had died.
Silly boy, why are you crying? It's Mom who's sorry.
If it weren't for my incompetence, how could someone else have controlled my body and caused you so much pain? As your mother, this is my only chance to protect you.
No one can bully my daughter.
Seeing that my daughter had avenged me, I couldn't help but smile. This was the only smile I had in all these years. My good child, you must live well and be happy. Mom will always be with you.
I remember you once asked me if I loved you.
Now, I can finally answer you with my own voice.
Baby, Mommy loves you.
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