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.