Daughter Died On Mother's Day, Husband Traveled with Lover

On Mother's Day, my daughter died in her hospital bed. Meanwhile, my husband posted photos of his trip on social media.

He said the incident with the boy who jumped into the river made him realize that he no longer wanted to be my living ATM. He wanted to enjoy life and be filial to his mother, so he took all of our savings.

Seeing the happy family of three in the photos, I angrily confronted him, only to be pushed down the stairs and fall to my death.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my husband woke up.

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The phrase "The boy who jumped into the river died so miserably, a man should never end up like that" echoed in my ears as the kitchen knife in my hand clattered to the floor.

I looked around at everything familiar in the room, then at Jude Adams, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through videos. It dawned on me that I had been reborn and returned to half a month ago.

God must have sensed my anger and granted me a chance to start over. I picked up the kitchen knife from the floor and approached Jude.

"This video really opened my eyes. I want to live for myself and be a good son to my mother!" he said.

I replied, "You're right, so let's get a divorce. We'll divide the assets through legal procedures, but you must share the cost of Belle's treatment with me. After the divorce, you can take your share of the money and enjoy your awakened life."

My stance with the kitchen knife scared him. "Rosie, what are you talking about? Why you want to divorce out of the blue?" he asked.

I snatched Jude's phone and pulled up his transaction records. Designer bags, travel packages, a gold bracelet, none of it was missing.

"Every penny you spent, every piece of our shared property you transferred, you're going to cough it all up!" I yelled at him.

Jude panicked, fumbling to explain. But in the end, he resorted to unreasonable tantrums and said, "The money at home is all earned by me! What's wrong with rewarding myself occasionally? Do you want to push me to death like the girlfriend of that boy who jumped into the river? What's wrong with being filial to my mother?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue and slashed the knife into the door. "This is my house. Get out and wait for the court summons. As for your nonsense, leave it to the judge!" I screamed.

Maybe it was because I looked too terrifying at that moment, but Jude didn't dare to talk back. He left in a hurry without even packing his things. I returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Seeing the ribs on the cutting board, I couldn't hold back my tears. Belle's condition had improved a lot recently. I wanted to make something good to nourish her, so I gritted my teeth and bought a rack of ribs.

In my previous life, I cut the rack of ribs into eight pieces.

Five pieces for Belle, three for Jude, while I soaked some bread in the soup.

As for this life, not only the ribs but also half the family property, I would make sure that every single day from now on, they live in unbearable torment!

***

Jude thought I was throwing a tantrum out of jealousy, so after hiding outside for two days, he shamelessly came back.

He said, "Rosie, don't be mad. Mother's Day is coming up and I just wanted to take my mom out to relax. Margerie happens to be in the travel business, so with her help, we could save some money."

Mother's Day? I couldn't help but recall everything from my previous life.

It was on this day in my past life that I received my daughter's critical condition notice. End-stage renal failure.

The fortunate news was that the doctor told me a suitable kidney donor had been found and my daughter could be saved.

"Please go ahead and pay the surgery fee first. You'll need to prepare around one hundred thousand later. Suitable kidneys are hard to come by, many people are waiting for them. We prioritized your daughter because she's so young."

"Doctor, don't worry. Money is not an issue. Please save my daughter," I replied.

For a patient with renal failure, a kidney donor was a lifeline. I didn't dare delay and rushed to the payment counter, feeling a surge of relief. My daughter's safety was the best Mother's Day gift I could ever receive.

But when I swiped the card, I froze, there was only 15.8 dollar left in the account.

This was Jude's bank card and I had also deposited our wedding gift money into it. There should have been at least five hundred thousand in there.

I frantically called Jude, but I couldn't get through no matter how many times I tried.

He didn't answer the phone, didn't respond to WhatsApp. I was sweating in panic and even tried calling my mother-in-law, Linda Evans, but still couldn't reach anyone.

"Please, answer the phone!" I couldn't hold back my tears. Every second I delayed, my daughter's life slipped away a little more.

The doctor kept urging me. In desperation, I started calling relatives and friends to borrow money.

My aunt asked in confusion, "Belle is critically ill? You must be a scammer. I saw Jude's post on WhatsApp, he and his family are on a trip."

My aunt sent me a screenshot and in the photo were not only Jude and Linda but also his high school sweetheart, Margerie Beckham.

I felt like I had fallen into an ice pit. Belle had been in poor health since she was a child and I had to quit my job to take care of her.

Jude often worked overtime and traveled for business, earning money to support the family.

I ran back and forth between home and the hospital every day, pinching pennies just to save money for emergencies.

But I never imagined that Jude wasn't supporting our family at all. He even took Belle's life-saving money to go on a trip with Linda and Margerie.

I was dazed for three seconds, then quickly snapped back to reality and continued to gather money.

But by the time I had collected the full amount for the surgery, the doctor told me the kidney had gone to another patient. Belle had died.

I cried so hard that I almost passed out. "Today is Mother's Day. I should be receiving a gift from my daughter, not the news of her death ..."

In the end, it was the relatives who came after hearing the news and took me back. As for my husband, Belle's biological father, he only arrived at her funeral and even then, he was late.

I was drowning in tears, but Jude only squeezed out two tears in front of others. Once the guests left, he immediately changed his expression and demanded the funeral money from me.

He said, "Now that Belle is dead, you don't need that money anymore. Hand it over so I can use it for something important."

"Something important? What could you possibly be doing that would require five hundred thousand dollar? Belle was your own daughter! Aren't you even a little bit sad about her death?" I grabbed Jude by the collar and pulled out his phone, starting to go through his transaction history.

Jude didn't even bother to hide it, his face showing complete indifference. It turned out that he had secretly opened a new bank account long ago and transferred all our assets.

While I was running around for our daughter, only allowing myself to nibble on a piece of bread each day, he was using that money to buy designer bags for Margerie, taking her on trips to boost her performance.

At the funeral, the gold bracelet on Linda's wrist was more dazzling than the fake tears on her face.

I knew he came from a single-parent family and I had lost my parents early on, so I never stopped him from being filial to Linda. But I never imagined that under the guise of awakening filial piety, Jude would squander Belle's life-saving money.

What were my daughter and I to them while the three of them lived in a bliss?

I rushed over, intending to confront Jude, but he shoved me off the balcony. As I fell to the ground, his devilish words still echoed in my ears, "Don't worry, everyone will think you committed suicide out of grief. Only with you and that worthless girl dead can I make room for my son and lover."

My skull fractured, blood pooling around me. In my final moments, I stared wide-eyed at the sky.

I prayed that the universe would open its eyes and ensure that those who did evil would pay with their lives.

***

Now, it seems that the universe heard my desperate cries and granted me a chance to start over. How could I possibly let those who caused the death of my daughter and me go unpunished?

Seeing that I didn't respond, Jude continued to play the victim and said, "I'll go and cancel the travel package tomorrow. Rosie, you have to understand, I'm working so hard for you and our daughter."

I let out a cold laugh. In my previous life, I was too foolish, deceived by his sweet talk, which ultimately cost me and Belle our lives. In this life, I will make sure they all suffer double the pain I endured.

I told him, "If you want to come home, hand over every penny you owe me."

Jude didn't expect me to be so hard to fool anymore and a flash of anger crossed his eyes. But then he quickly remembered the house under my name, worth millions and forced a smile.

Somehow, by that evening, Jude managed to scrape together five hundred thousand dollar and handed it over to me.

I quickly calculated, the twenty thousand dollar for the designer bag, thirty thousand for the gold bracelet and other miscellaneous expenses, Jude had likely squandered around one hundred fifty thousand dollar.

Margerie definitely wouldn't return the money she received, so this five-hundred thousand dollar was probably something Jude had to scrape together desperately.

I didn't care how he managed to fill that hole, Belle's life-saving money could not be short by even a cent. "There's also the thirty-eight thousand dollar luxury seven-day trip," I reminded him.

Jude gritted his teeth and promised to cancel it the next day. Taking advantage of the time after I had kicked Jude out, I installed hidden cameras all over the house.

That night, I sent a message to my best friend, Susan Green, asking her for a favor. The next day, while I was taking care of Belle in the hospital, I suddenly received a video from Susan.

When I opened it, it showed Jude at the travel agency, trying to get a refund. In the video, a large crowd surrounded Jude and Margerie, pointing and gossiping.

Susan's voice was loud and clear, "Your daughter is lying in the hospital and you're signing up for a luxury trip? Margerie, how shameless can you be? Divorced and now seducing a married man!"

Jude tried to flee but was blocked by the crowd.

"So, you're abandoning your wife and child to rekindle your old flame with your high school sweetheart? If I hadn't run into you today, Rosie might have continued to be deceived by you. I'm going to tell Rosie right now so she knows exactly what kind of person you are," Susan yelled angrily.

Everyone around was condemning Jude and Margerie.

Some of Margerie's colleagues mentioned that she was always flirting with clients and Jude, who frequently brought her tea and flowers, turned out to be a married man.

Susan also told me that she deliberately chose a busy time to go there, causing a big scene. Since Margerie already had a bad reputation, she was fired on the spot.

Watching the video, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom, you finally smiled." From her hospital bed, Belle raised her small hand and touched the wrinkles on my face.

"It's all my fault. When I got sick, Mom stopped smiling. Mom, you should smile more. Mother's Day is coming soon and I've prepared a gift for you," my daughter said.

Thinking of that gift, my heart clenched tightly. In my previous life, the doctor asked me to collect Belle's belongings. Under her pillow, I found a pile of unfinished paper star.

They were meant to be her Mother's Day gift to me. I held the paper star, crying and begging Belle to wake up, pleading with the doctors to save her. But even until my death, I couldn't bring Belle back.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Belle's words pulled me back to reality. I saw the worried look on her face and quickly embraced her.

I said, "You are the best. It's you being safe and healthy is the best gift for Mom."

In this life, no one and nothing would interfere with Belle's surgery. Even if it cost me everything, I would ensure my daughter survives!

After Belle fell asleep, I couldn't resist taking a few photos and posting them online. I wanted to capture her sweet and understanding nature. A few likes and comments praised Belle.

After a long day at the hospital, I went home to rest. As soon as I reached my door, I saw Jude and Linda squatting outside. "Why did you change the lock? You made Mom wait out here for so long," Jude complained.

"Where's the money?" I reminded them.

Jude was about to lose his temper, but Linda quickly tugged at his sleeve. In the end, they reluctantly transferred the remaining thirty-eight thousand to me.

Once they were inside, they started with some polite conversation, first apologizing and then gradually steering the topic towards Belle.

"The doctors said Belle wouldn't live past eight. Instead of spending money on her treatment, why not save it and have another child? It would be best if it's a boy. Boys are stronger," said Linda.

I took a deep breath and pulled out the divorce papers I had printed from my bag. "Sign this. If you refuse, I'll file a lawsuit," I said.