On the 52nd Sunday, My Husband Gave Our Dead Daughter's Name Away

Synopsis

After our daughter died, I could not bring myself to step into her room again. My husband held me and said, "It's okay. Every Sunday, I'll go keep her company for you." For two years, I was grateful that he remembered Lily for both of us. Then I learned the truth. He was not going there to visit our daughter. He was using her name as an excuse to see another woman who was carrying his child.