After My Husband's First Love Hurt My DaughterChapter 1
My husband, Jay Miller, brought our five-year-old daughter, Chloe Miller, and his lover, Lilian Perez, to a social event.
Midway, he asked Chloe alone to the pharmacy to buy allergy medicine for Lilian.
Chloe was hit by a speeding motorcycle and thrown away while crossing the street.
The hospital called me. When I arrived, Chloe was still clutching the allergy medicine tightly in her hand.
With her last bit of strength, she said, "Mom, Aunt Lilian... medicine..."
After she closed her eyes, her hand went limp. The medicine fell straight to the ground.
I broke down and called my husband dozens of times before he answered.
But before I could question him, he said sternly, "I asked Chloe to buy medicine. Why isn't she back yet? Call and hurry her up. Lilian is waiting!"
After saying that, he immediately hung up.
When I tried calling again, he had already blocked me.
"Since that's the case, let Lilian be buried with my daughter!"
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I spent the entire day handling Chloe's funeral. The hospital staff looked at me with sympathy.
For a total of 48 hours, Jay did not say a word.
Ten years of feelings ended at this moment.