Summary of Chapter 1 – A pivotal chapter in Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia
The chapter Chapter 1 is one of the most intense moments in Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart, written by Quirinus Amalia. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
During Daniella's ten years of marriage to Elliott Stone, he had slept with nearly every colleague and friend she had.
Despite everything, she pretended not to notice, continuing her life, including her regular checkups, with her eight-month pregnant belly.
One day, on her way to an appointment, she was run over by Elliott's new lover.
Moirabled uncontrollably, begging Elliott to take her to the hospital.
Elliott, looking at her with disgust, sneered, "Daniella, when did you become so good at faking accidents?"
He coldly added, "Don't think that pretending like this will make me care. Even if you die right in front of me, I wouldn't spare you a second glance!" With that, he left with his lover.
By the time Moirareached the hospital, the baby inside her had already suffocated and died.
Her mother, unable to bear the shock, suffered a fatal heart attack. When Moirawoke up, her heart had already become numb.
Jonathan's grandfather sat beside her, his face lined with sorrow.
Moiralooked at him flatly, saying, "Let me go. Whatever I owed the Stone Family, I have paid with my life."
As she spoke, her phone kept buzzing with notifications. The screen was flooded with pictures of Elliott and his new lover, Joanna Hawthorne, tangled in each other's arms.
Those vile words made the old man go pale. His body trembled, veins bulging in rage.
After a long, heavy sigh, he finally relented. "The Stone family has wronged you," he said. "I will handle the divorce. In seven days, you will be free." His voice softened as he continued, "As for your mother and the child's funeral..."
Just then, a nurse entered, cradling a small, lifeless bundle.
It seemed even fate refused to let Moiracontinue suffering in this marriage. Her baby had never even taken a breath.
Moiraturned her head away, struggling to steady her breath. "Bury the child with the Stone family's cemetery. I'll take my mother's ashes with me."

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