Chapter 18 The psychiatrist said that this was the only way I could slice away the rotten flesh in my heart , allowing the festering wounds to heal . Although it felt brutally painful , I decided to cooperate with the treatment actively . I didn't want this failed marriage to turn me into a tormented wreck for the rest of my life ! Of course , psychological therapy was a gradual process . It wasn't about spilling everything about my time with Timothy all at once . After the first session , the psychiatrist prescribed some anti - anxiety and antidepressant medication for me to take at home . He also suggested that Timothy and I find a burial plot for our daughter so we could lay her ashes to rest properly . This was not only a way to honor her but also a way for me to find closure . Even though our marriage had failed , Timothy would always be her father . That would never change . And my only selfish wish was for my daughter to experience , even just once , the kind of fatherly love Timothy showered on Daphne . After collecting my medication , I went home . I was surprised to find Timothy there in the middle of the day . In the past , unless he was praying in the private chapel , he was almost always at the office . We'd only exchange a few words over breakfast . But since Yasmin and Daphne had moved in , he'd been coming home far more often and spending a lot more time here . So , he wasn't too busy to come home after all . He was sitting on the couch and reading a magazine when I walked in . He glanced at me . I instinctively hid the bag of medication , which had the hospital's logo on it , behind my back . I didn't want him to know that I had mental health issues . But I had overestimated my importance to him . He noticed the bag , but he didn't care why I had it or what it was for . I didn't need to hide it at all . Remembering the psychiatrist's advice , I stood in front of him , hesitating over how to bring up the idea of burying our daughter together . " Do you have something to say ? " Timothy finally asked , setting the magazine aside and fixing his gaze on me , seemingly intent . Just then , Laura came over with a bowl of royal jelly dessert , saying cheerily , " Mrs. Grant , this is a dessert I made from the premium royal jelly Mr. Grant bought. He told me to make it for you . It's good for your health ! " I knew that she meant well and was trying to bridge the gap between me and Timothy , but I hated feeling like I was supposed to be grateful for the scraps he handed out to me . " Eat it , " he said , as if offering me a way out of embarrassment . " No , thanks , " I replied . " I don't like having other people's leftovers . " The royal jelly wasn't bought for me , anyway . Yasmin had been having it for days . Was she tired of it , or did she and Timothy only remember me because there was too much left ? Seeing me turn down his offer , Timothy said curtly , " Suit yourself . " Then , he got up to head upstairs . 1/2 Chapter 18 +25 BONUS I quickly called out to him to stop him , blurting out my thoughts in one breath . " Do you have time tomorrow , Timothy ? I'd like you to come with me to choose a cemetery plot for our daughter . I want to give her a proper burial . " Before he could respond , Yasmin came downstairs , asking , " When are we leaving , Tim ? Daphne has been talking about going on a vacation abroad before starting kindergarten , and she's looked forward to it for ages ! " Timothy faltered and turned back to look at me . I held his gaze , anxiously awaiting his answer . I desperately hoped he would choose me this time . I believed my daughter would want to see her father cherish her as his treasure , too . " Can you ? It's only for tomorrow morning . It won't take much of your time , " I said . I knew how pathetic I sounded . I was stripped of my former pride , and every single word I said was laced with earnest pleading . But I was willing to humble myself this once for my daughter's sake . د Chapter 19 +25 BONUS Chapter 19 Timothy paused , as if thinking about his schedule . Then , he said , " I'll be back on Friday afternoon . Give me two days . " I let out a small sigh of relief . At least he had agreed to my request . On my way back , I checked with a funeral parlor , and they advised that it would be best to conduct the burial in the morning , as the weather could become too hot after noon . I didn't dare ask too much of Timothy , though . I didn't want him to change his mind . Two days from now , in the afternoon , my daughter would finally experience her father's love . Timothy briskly confirmed the time with me before heading upstairs with Yasmin . I returned to the guest room and stood by the window . I later watched as Daphne hopped and skipped while Timothy and Yasmin held each of her hands . A driver and an assistant trailed them , dragging two large suitcases . Even Daphne's white Labrador was joining them on their trip . I smiled faintly , picked up the medication the psychiatrist had prescribed , and swallowed it . The bitterness of the pills lingered , seeping from my mouth into my heart . The days flew by , and it was soon Friday . During that time , a company had called to schedule an interview for Friday afternoon . One of the job applications I'd sent out earlier had finally gotten a response . But since Timothy and I had agreed to bury our daughter that afternoon , I asked if the interview could be rescheduled . As expected , my request was rejected . A rare job opportunity slipped away just like that , but I didn't regret it . I woke up early on Friday morning . After breakfast , I headed to the cemetery . There were many tedious procedures to complete before the burial . Since Timothy wouldn't be back until the afternoon , I handled everything except the actual burial on my own , afraid that he would find them bothersome . For one , there was a ritual to bid farewell to my daughter and recite prayers to bless her soul . But as noon approached , I called the Grant residence to find that Timothy had yet to return . I called him , but no one answered . I checked the time - it was already noon . If he were on a plane , his phone should've been turned off . But it wasn't . I just couldn't reach him . An ominous feeling crept up inside me . He had promised me . He had said that he would be back on Friday afternoon . He had told me to wait for him . He would come , wouldn't he ? I stood quietly in front of the tombstone I'd chosen for my daughter , watching as time slipped away second by second . Just then , a staff member approached and said , " Ms. York , it's already 4:30 pm . If we don't bury her soon , it'll be dark . " My heart ultimately turned to ice . Timothy wasn't coming . Before entering that dark , cold world , my daughter 1/2 Chapter 19 wouldn't even get a single glance from her father . " I understand . Let's go ahead with the burial , " I said , my voice catching . I had to force the words out . +25 BONUS I only received a call from Timothy on my way back . I didn't answer , and I turned off my phone . This was the first time since discovering his affair that I'd begged him for something ; it was also the only time I felt we still had something to share . But I had handled it alone . From now on , there was no need for us to talk to each other anymore . I thought I'd make peace with it and let it go , but that night , I couldn't sleep again . Wide awake , I scrolled through Instagram to see Yasmin's latest post . It was a photo of her in a pink dress , crouching while hugging her white Labrador as she pouted . The caption read , " My doggy has got a tummy ache , so we had to delay our return home . Does anyone know a good pet hospital in Barry Isle ? " The post , made only minutes ago , already had hundreds of comments .