My Husband Sacrifices Daughter’s Life to Please Secretary

On a scorching hot day, my husband suddenly told our daughter at school that he wanted to see the dance she had just learned and asked her to take a video for him to watch.

Despite being sick, my daughter danced for an hour under the high temperature on the playground and eventually fainted.

When I arrived at the school, my daughter was already on the verge of death, but she still held onto her phone tightly.

"Dad said he wanted to see the dance, but I haven't finished recording..."

In the end, our daughter died of heat stroke in the hospital.

I was emotionally devastated and made more than a dozen phone calls to my husband, but he impatiently said, "Are you going to die if you don't have a man to accompany you for a while?"

I heard a faint laughter on the other end and angrily shouted, "Ryan, you always opposed our daughter learning dance, but why did you make her dance for you on such a hot day!"

The next second, I heard the voice of his female secretary, "Sandra, don't blame Ryan. I was feeling sick and uncomfortable today, so he asked your daughter to dance to cheer me up. If you want to blame someone, blame me!"

At that moment, I decided to cut the relationship with him, so I said, "Please tell Ryan to come back home for divorce."

Ryan didn't take it seriously at all. After comforting Rosy, he calmly said to me, "Sandra, if you leave me, you and our daughter will end up sleeping on the streets!"

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I endured the grief and handled my daughter's affairs alone, letting her leave with dignity.

But Ryan didn't come home for several days, he traveled and visited art exhibitions with his female secretary!

The house was filled with our daughter's toys. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her smiling at me in the living room. Every breath for me was painful.

Until the seventh evening, Ryan finally came back.

Ryan glanced at me with a mocking expression.

"Are you deliberately dressing up to look haggard and pitiful? You really went to great lengths to seduce me."

Ryan took off his tie and coat, and when he walked into the living room, he didn't even look at me carefully.

"Help me prepare the bathwater. I want to take a shower first. Fry a steak tonight, medium rare, not overcooked."

After giving me instructions, Ryan walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Ryan was a typical male chauvinist. He didn't want his wife to work outside. He asked me to quit my beloved career and be a housewife.

In order to make him live a comfortable life, I went from being a woman who had never done housework to a housewife who excelled in everything.

But unexpectedly, despite my wholehearted efforts in the thirteen years of my marriage, I had not gained an ounce of respect.

This time, in the face of his expected command, I ignored it.

After Ryan finished shaving, he saw that I hadn't gone in to prepare the bathwater for him, so he walked out of the living room and saw me sitting on the sofa tightly holding onto my daughter's favorite toy motionlessly.

"Are you still angry about what happened last time? It was just a joke, was it necessary?"

My eyes were red, and I turned my head and stared at him fiercely, "A joke? Do you think it's a joke to make our daughter dance on the playground in the scorching heat to please your female secretary?"

If it weren't for that, my daughter wouldn't have died at all!

Just the thought of our daughter feeling sorry for not finishing that dance until her last moment made my heart ache even more.

Ryan saw me crying as I spoke, and he also paused for a moment, "Is our daughter unhappy? It's okay, I specially bought a strawberry cake for her today. I'll call her out to eat it later."

He brought in a beautifully packaged strawberry cake from the entrance of the house.

But the gift box was obviously opened, and the bow on top was all scattered.

"Look, there are Disneyland patterns on this cake, our daughter will definitely like it."

I glanced in the direction of the cake, and my heart turned cold.

I remember this cake, a few days ago, it appeared on Rosy's Instagram.

At that time, Rosy's caption was: 'Thank Mr. Smith for accompanying me on the trip. I feel much better these days. Let's go to have a Michelin-starred dinner together tonight!'

However, in the corner of the photo, there was still a big cake in the trash can.

It was the one that Ryan brought home.

The cream on the cake had melted, and the so-called Disneyland pattern was all smudged. It may have gone bad a long time ago.

I never expected that Ryan would actually bring something that someone else didn't want to give to his daughter.

At this moment, my heart turned to ashes and said, "Ryan, our daughter is allergic to strawberries. She never eats strawberry cake."

Ryan's face flashed a hint of surprise.

"Also, take some time tomorrow to go to the county clerk's office and get the divorce certificate."

After saying this, I felt as if all my strength had been drained.

Ryan became angry and stood up abruptly and said, "Sandra, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't think that threatening me with divorce will work."

"If you really want a divorce, you should ask our daughter if she agrees! If we really divorce, I won't let her suffer."

After saying that, Ryan didn't even bother to take a shower and angrily walked out of the house.

He had always been like this, no matter what happened, he never thought he's at fault. In the past, I would take the initiative to make peace, apologize, and coax him for a long time.

Nowadays, just one glance at him made me feel annoyed.

After taking out the signed divorce agreement from the drawer, I called for a courier and sent it directly to his company.

However, after packing up my things, I left this place that had confined me for over a decade.