The Woman He Loved, The Child He LostChapter 1
My daughter accidentally broke Tristan’s classic pottery, so she was punished to kneel in the snow for the entire day. Unexpectedly, when I came back from my business trip, my daughter had left me forever.
I looked around to find him, questioning why he was so cruel to me and our daughter. Until I finally saw Tristan standing in front of the big picture of bull. He seemed to be asking for forgiveness.
Tristan's eyes were full of tears, as he banged his head against the wall at the most critical moment. "If Aishlyn didn’t break the pottery and Linda was here, I would have never done such thing to her." The redness on his nose had not yet dissipated and he knelt devoutly in front of the big picture.
I leaned against the door and my tears were constantly falling down. It turned out that from the beginning I was just a substitute of Linda Writhe. The memory of her never left her husband’s mind as it just alone killed my daughter.
I was so disheartened and called my secretary, "Help me with the immigration procedures, the sooner the better!"
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At the funeral, I still stood beside the grave, staring blankly at the tombstone of my only child. In the next second, I searched for a phone number and called Tristan. It was thirteen times in a row of calls, yet none of them went through.
I kept on searching on the phone, until I saw a photo of Tristan holding a newborn baby with a bright smile. It had the caption.
[Others laugh at you for being a baby born without father, but you have a man who is more reliable than your father.]
There was also Tristan's comment under the caption.
[This post is my witness. I, Tristan, swear that I will protect Xena Swayn Writhe's happiness and safety for the rest of her life.]
His social account, which had been silent for more than 20 years, sent out its first post.
[I take Xena Swayn Writhe as my own daughter and she will be my next heir.]
My knuckles turned white holding the phone. The relatives and friends in the funeral began to whisper. "I heard that Mr. Goyle doted on his sister, but I didn't expect him to leave all his property to his niece. He even took her as his own daughter."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ms. Smith has helped to manage Goyle Family's business. She also had to take IVF Program to carry a baby. But in the end, she got nothing. Her husband didn't even come to her daughter's funeral."