After His Daughter Died, The Whole Family Hated HimChapter 1

During our road trip, my husband received a call about an urgent matter and left me and our daughter on the highway.

Right after he left, we encountered a landslide.

My daughter died on the spot, and I was severely injured and fell into a coma.

When I woke up in the hospital, I saw his childhood sweetheart post on Instagram: I just coughed, and he rushed over to bring me medicine. He's really my knight!

They looked affectionate in the picture.

My hands trembled as I took a screenshot and sent it to my husband to ask: [Is this the urgent matter that made you leave Amelia and me on the highway?]

It wasn't until Amelia's burial that his reply finally arrived: [Don't make a fuss over such a trivial matter. Janet needs me more.]

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[Matthew, let's get a divorce.]

I sent Matthew Evans, my husband, this last message and then blocked him.

For years, Matthew has been the sail in my life, guiding my direction.

I had a crush on him for two years, pursued him for three, dated for five, and married for seven.

I have devoted these seventeen years, the most precious time of my life, to him.

For seventeen years, I have lived like his shadow, following him wholeheartedly and willing to give up everything for him. Even when I broke my leg in plaster, I would brave the heavy rain to deliver documents to him if he called me.

For seventeen years, his every glance and smile could tug at my heartstrings, leaving me overwhelmed.

For seventeen years, I have been passionately in love with him.

I loved him cautiously, afraid to trouble him, never daring to disturb him whether I was ill with a cold or going through childbirth.

I dared not argue even when he made mistakes for fear he would leave me.

I thought that my cautiousness and infinite tolerance would eventually win his love, but it became the reason for him to feel at ease to leave me and our daughter to go to Janet.

I lost. I lost my youth, and I lost my daughter's life.

She was only five years old!

Why did my innocent daughter have to become a victim?

"Amelia, I'm sorry!"

I was overwhelmed with grief.

Amelia's death made me heartbroken and buried my seventeen years of love.

I didn't cry or make a fuss. I handled Amelia's funeral alone with my severely injured body.

Back home, I packed my luggage simply, printed a divorce agreement, signed it, and then turned to leave.