I Buried Us That Day Novel by Lauren _ Novel




I Buried Us That Day Chapter 01

After our son died, I dropped every habit my major general husband despised.
When he didn't come home at night, I asked no questions;
When explicit, flirtatious messages appeared on his phone, I turned a blind eye.
Even on the day of our son's burial, when he casually said, "I have an emergency meeting, I can't get away."
I accepted it calmly, handling the entire funeral all by myself.
The guard looked at my bloodshot eyes and whispered softly:
"Mr. Wright really couldn't get away this time. He said he'd rush over as soon as it ends, maybe he can still make it for the final farewell."
I didn't say a word, merely placing our child's ashes into the grave.
Just as the grave was about to be sealed, Ethan Wright drove in recklessly.
His military uniform was soaked, and he didn't even turn off the engine.
"Emily Davis!
Why didn't you wait for me?
I am Leo Wright's father!"
My voice was calm: "You are busy with military duties. Leo will understand."
My overly obedient response made Ethan inexplicably irritable.
He was just about to speak when the surrounding whispers nailed him to the spot.
"Mr. Wright really cares about Chloe Bennett. The moment he heard her military dog was sick, he immediately delivered the special medicine, completely ignoring his own son."
"See? He only rushed to the funeral after Chloe's dog got better."
Ethan's fingers clenched tightly, his guarded gaze fixed on me, terrified I would throw a hysterical fit like I used to.
But my eyelashes didn't even flutter; I just quietly covered the grave with the last handful of dirt.
......
"Chloe and I are just comrades!
I swear I only see her as a younger sister!
Leo's death was just an accident!"
I nodded and walked toward the car.
"I know. The wind is too strong, let's go back."
Ethan chased after me and grabbed my hand: "If you're angry, take it out on me. You can hit me or scold me, just don't be so cold."
I gave him a strange look.
He used to hate it most when I lost control of my emotions, saying that military families should never let feelings dictate their actions.
Now that I wasn't crying or making a scene, staying calm and restrained, he was complaining about me being cold.
Just as I tried to pull my hand back, his communicator suddenly buzzed.
Ethan frowned but still pressed answer.
"I'm busy. Whatever it is, we'll talk tomorrow."
A woman's voice came from the other end, laced with tears:
"Ethan, 'Raymond' is convulsing again... Can you come take a look at him, please?"
Raymond was Chloe's military dog.
Ethan glanced at me first, and seeing no reaction, immediately replied:
"Okay, I'll be right there."
He hung up, and I consciously opened the car door.
I lost my footing as I stepped out, stumbling slightly.
"Careful!"
He quickly caught me.
I gently brushed his hand away.
"Go on. A military dog is a comrade too. You should go check on him, it's the right thing to do.
Be safe on the road."
I even casually handed him his military cap.
Ethan took the cap, a sharp pain inexplicably twisting in his chest.
Getting into the car, he suddenly looked at me:
"I'll be back for dinner tonight."
"Alright, I'll wait for you."
Of course, Ethan didn't come back.
I made a simple meal of three dishes and a soup, waiting from dusk until late into the night.
The food was reheated over and over, and eventually, it all went into the slop bucket.
At two in the morning, Chloe updated her status.
[With you here, I'm not afraid of anything.
Thank you for being my anchor.]
The accompanying photo was a silhouette of Ethan. He was kneeling on one knee, giving the military dog an injection, his brows furrowed but his movements gentle.
I gave it a like.
Then, I connected to the encrypted channel:
"Dad, it will take another seven days for the formal divorce petition to be approved.
That diplomat's son you mentioned... I'm willing to meet him."
For the next week, I practically lived at the research institute, trying to drown my numb nerves in experimental data.
My colleagues avoided my gaze, and whispers echoed in the corridors:
"Ms. Davis is truly made of iron... coming back to work right after her child passed away."
I said nothing and continued calibrating the parameters.
Chloe walked by with a thermos and stopped at my workstation.
"Emily, my condolences. Don't push yourself too hard."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear:
"After all, if you had paid a little more attention back then, the child might have been saved..."
I gripped my stylus tightly.
Ethan hadn't explained a single word about switching the specific medicine.
He let the rumors fester, pushing all the blame onto me.
During the afternoon military base meeting, Ethan's father, Richard Wright, suddenly slammed the documents onto the table.
"Emily!
Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're a daughter-in-law of the Wrights!"
"You stayed up for three days straight for that damn experiment and ignored your child's high fever!
How did the Wrights end up marrying such a cold-blooded woman!"
I looked at Ethan.
He looked away.
"Dad, about this..."
"Shut up!"
Richard slammed the table and stood up.
"You're the one who spoiled her!"
He strode up to me and raised his hand, delivering a harsh slap.
"The first slap is for killing my grandson!"
I stumbled backward, my cheek burning with pain.
The entire room fell dead silent.
Standing in the back row, Chloe couldn't suppress the smirk on her lips.
"The second slap is for making the military base lose a cutting-edge partnership!"
He raised his hand again.
"They heard you didn't even care for your own flesh and blood, called the Wrights heartless, and pulled their funding this morning!"
This slap was even heavier; my ears rang, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my tongue.
Ethan finally sprang up from his seat.
"Dad!"
"What, you still want to protect her?"
Ethan stepped in front of me, shielding me.
"If you want to hit her, hit me first!"
Richard trembled with rage, his finger almost poking my nose.
"Look at this!
Ethan is still protecting you even now!"
"I've been too lenient with you!
Lenient enough to make you disregard military discipline entirely!"
The third slap never fell, but my vision was already turning black.
I collapsed straight backward.
I woke up in the military base hospital.
Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Chloe... when she was growing up at the border defense, besides me, she only had Raymond to keep her company."
He paused.
"Just be understanding this one time, okay?"
I closed my eyes.
"Emily, let's start over.
We can have another child. I'll agree to whatever compensation you want."
I finally turned my head to look at him, my throat dry.
"What if I say no?"
He froze, his brows furrowing.
"Stop making a fuss."
I felt the stinging pain on my cheek.
"I'm not making a fuss.
I just want to know—"
"Whether I still have the right to say no."

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