My name was Lilian Hawkins. I was born in 1991, and worked as a designer in a listed company. My husband’s name was Carson Boyer. He was a year older than me, and was an entrepreneur who owned a company with a monthly profit of tens of millions. We had been married for five years, throughout which we led a happy and prosperous life, with the only regret being that we didn’t have kids. To fulfill my mother’s wish, my husband adopted our five-year-old daughter against the wishes of his family, who was named Keira. The company of my daughter and my husband’s considerateness alleviated my pain of not having a child of my own. It was thus I assumed that my life would continue on in bliss—if it wasn’t for that fateful day…