He Chose Her Over Our Child’s Corpse - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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With trembling hands, I carefully gathered the last traces of ashes into the urn. Wiping it clean, I placed it gently into the small grave I'd prepared for Dora.
This time, no one stopped me.
Gloria stood nearby, biting her lip, resentment flashing in her eyes.
Once the grave was filled, I turned to her with icy detachment. "Spencer is all yours now."
Then I walked away—without hesitation, without looking back.
I could feel Spencer's gaze burning into me, but I refused to turn around. Not this time.
Leaving the cemetery, I went straight to the home we once shared and began packing my things. Every corner of that house held memories of Dora and me.
So many nights, when Spencer was absent, she and I would curl up together, finding comfort in each other's arms.
People always talk about the selflessness of a mother's love, how children should be grateful for their parents' sacrifices.
But Dora was never an obligation to me. She was my light.
Raising her, I received more love than I ever gave. She taught me the purest kind of joy, the deepest kind of purpose. She didn't complete my life—she made it worth living.
I loved her not out of duty, but because I wanted her to be happy. That was all I ever wanted.
I still remember her little voice, bright with laughter, saying, "Mom, I'll love you longer than you love me."
When I asked why, she grinned. "Because you started loving me when you were 29, but I've loved you since the day I was born! You can love me for the rest of your life, but I can love you for all of mine!"
My heart swelled with warmth then, overflowing with love for her.
But my sweet Dora... you broke your promise.
Your life was too short.
In the end, I will have loved you longer.
This time, no one stopped me.
Gloria stood nearby, biting her lip, resentment flashing in her eyes.
Once the grave was filled, I turned to her with icy detachment. "Spencer is all yours now."
Then I walked away—without hesitation, without looking back.
I could feel Spencer's gaze burning into me, but I refused to turn around. Not this time.
Leaving the cemetery, I went straight to the home we once shared and began packing my things. Every corner of that house held memories of Dora and me.
So many nights, when Spencer was absent, she and I would curl up together, finding comfort in each other's arms.
People always talk about the selflessness of a mother's love, how children should be grateful for their parents' sacrifices.
But Dora was never an obligation to me. She was my light.
Raising her, I received more love than I ever gave. She taught me the purest kind of joy, the deepest kind of purpose. She didn't complete my life—she made it worth living.
I loved her not out of duty, but because I wanted her to be happy. That was all I ever wanted.
I still remember her little voice, bright with laughter, saying, "Mom, I'll love you longer than you love me."
When I asked why, she grinned. "Because you started loving me when you were 29, but I've loved you since the day I was born! You can love me for the rest of your life, but I can love you for all of mine!"
My heart swelled with warmth then, overflowing with love for her.
But my sweet Dora... you broke your promise.
Your life was too short.
In the end, I will have loved you longer.
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