I cried like there was no tomorrow. I woke in a hospital bed three days after the incident. They told me that Mireya had died even before I arrived in the hospital. I lost a lot of blood, and I was lucky to be alive.
The knife directly pierced Mireya's heart, so she died in an instant inside me. It was heartbreaking. Jayden was trying to comfort me, but I couldn't face him, so I asked my father not to let anyone inside the room.
Although Jayden was my husband, the doctors understood what I felt and explained everything to him. Maybe he also felt the same, so he didn't try to force me to see him.
Father was the one who took care of me at the hospital. I didn't want anyone to see me. I didn't even ask what happened at the palace after. As if I didn't care about anyone.
"Margaret, you have to be strong. What about your son? He's just three years old, and he needs you." Father would always say.
