I thought I had won. When you and I were married and everything was perfect, I had won. I didn't need a business empire or more money than I knew what to do with. I had you.
You were all I needed. And we were going to have a child. Nothing could have made me happier.
But then everything went wrong. I did everything I could. I am sure of it. But it wasn't enough. I am meant to be a doctor. I knew how medicine worked. I should have been able to fix things.
I should have been able to save you. I was certain I had found the cure; everything was going to be fine. But it wasn't. It was my fault.
It was my fault.
I had to save her. But now you're dead and I can't- I can't do this any more. I have said that every day for almost 16 years.
How do I carry on? Is it worth carrying on? Life without you is too painful. I have a daughter, but at a cost. Was it worth it?
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