Ryan disliked my daughter learning dance the most, but it was because of dance that I met him.

It was at the sophomore party, I, as the representative of the Art College, went up to perform a solo dance for everyone.

But someone secretly cut my dance costume.

When I was halfway through the dance on stage, my costume fell apart, almost exposing me.

At that time, the audience below were all pointing and whispering about me. Ryan rushed up to the stage, took off his own coat, and wrapped it around me.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you down."

At that moment, he, to me, was like a god descending from heaven.

Since then, I started paying attention to this kind and handsome boy.

But I was an orphan, my parents were both deceased, and the gap between me and Ryan, a wealthy nobleman, was too big. I knew deep down that it was impossible for us to be together.

So I could only hide my love for him deep in my heart.

I met Ryan again at a business banquet after graduating from college.

He was the big boss that everyone tried to please at the banquet, and I was a dancer performing at the event.

That day, someone got drunk and tried to touch me inappropriately and said, 'Aren't you dancers just selling yourselves?'

I didn't want Ryan to see me being bullied, so I resisted with all my might and ended up injuring the person with a bottle of alcohol.

That person threatened to make me pay until I was bankrupt.

Once again, Ryan helped me out of the trouble.

After Ryan sent me home that day, he looked at the passing vehicles ahead and suddenly said to me, "I noticed you when we were in school. I really like you. If you also like me, how about marrying me?"

Ryan gave me hope during the most difficult time of my life, and I once considered him the most important gift given to me by fate.

After getting married, we had a period of particularly happy days.

He was gentle, considerate, and insisted on marrying me despite the opposition from his family.

After the birth of our daughter, Ryan would personally take care of everything related to the child, no matter how busy he was with work.

He would change diapers, feed formula, and say to me, "This child is so small and cute."

Once, the formula was too hot and burned the daughter, causing her to cry loudly. He was so worried and kept apologizing.

He also said that his daughter is his life, and he would never let anyone harm her.

However, everything changed when Rosy appeared.

Rosy is a junior schoolmate of Ryan.

But more importantly, she looked very similar to the deceased sweet heart of Ryan.

This made Ryan's long-lost love raised again.

When Rosy deliberately took the front passenger seat, Ryan said that she was just an innocent little girl and did not intentionally embarrass me.

On his daughter's birthday, Ryan would suddenly receive a call from Rosy and rush out of the house.

In the face of my questioning, Ryan always said that she was young and needed him to take care of her.

But he forgot that our daughter was only ten years old and needed her father's company even more.

In order to give our daughter a complete family and for the sake of my past love, I had tried various methods to win back Ryan's heart.

But what I got in return was his disdain. He said,"'Rosy is right, you really want to bind me to you by all means."

Ryan's heart was already completely on another woman.

And he openly expressed his love for her, even going so far as to make our daughter dance and film videos for them in the scorching heat, just to make Rosy happy.

He clearly knew that our daughter was everything to me, so why did he let our daughter die!

In just a few days, my hair on forehead had already turned white.

Staring blankly at our daughter turning into ashes, I had completely given up on Ryan.

After moving out of the villa, I moved into the old and shabby house I bought before getting married.

After arranging my daughter's clothes and toys properly, I took her ashes and prepared to bury her in the cemetery.

Before I went out, Ryan's phone kept ringing one after another.

In the past, it was difficult for my daughter to see him at home.

I had to hold my phone and make video calls to him over and over again.

But what I got in return was Ryan's impatient reproach.

"I just had a late social engagement, but you call me again and again. Can't you stop being so melodramatic?"

Now I saw dozens of missed calls on my phone. Without hesitation, I turned the phone off.

When my daughter wanted her father's company, he was always absent. Now that the child had passed away, I didn't want unnecessary people to disturb this final moment.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the cemetery, I saw Ryan and Rosy.

Rosy was holding a box in her hands and leaning on Ryan's shoulder, crying like a fool with tears streaming down her face.

I didn't want to see them, so I turned around and left on the spot.

I heard the angry voice of Ryan.

"Sandra, stop!"

I held my daughter's ashes box, like a walking dead, I didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

But Ryan stepped forward to stop me, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

""Where is our daughter?

I find it ridiculous and said, "You only think of finding our daughter now? It's too late!"

Ryan's face was full of anger: "The teachers at school said she hasn't been to class for several days. How do you educate your child as a mother? Call her out now, I must educate her well today!"

I looked at him blankly and said, "Get out of the way, don't block my way."

Ryan's face darkened: "Do you know, Sandra, that our daughter, at such a young age, has a malicious mind. Just yesterday, she actually stabbed the little dog raised by Rosy to death with a knife!"

I looked up at Ryan in disbelief.

After my daughter died, I couldn't contact Ryan. I had already informed his assistant as soon as possible.

I thought that when he mentioned the child, he would feel guilty in his heart, but he was actually accusing his daughter for Rosy.

Even though his daughter was dead, he still wanted to slander her.

Such a person was really unworthy of being a father!

I tried my best to restrain myself and choked out, 'Ryan, our daughter grew up under your care. She is usually so kind that she can't even bear to step on an ant. How can you have the face to misunderstand our daughter?!'

Ryan coldly shook his head and said, "Rosy is right. You won't admit it until you see solid evidence."

"Take a look at this yourself!"

It was a surveillance video.

In the video, a girl in elementary school uniform took out a fruit knife from her schoolbag and stabbed Rosy's little Teddy to death.

The little girl in the video had double ponytails just like my daughter, and even carries the same backpack. From the back, they do look somewhat similar.

Rosy cried uncontrollably, gasping for breath and said, "Sandra, I know you have never liked me. But just because I have gotten close to Ryan, you can't let your daughter kill my dog, can you?"

She bit her lower lip tightly and said, "No matter what, it is still a life. It is so innocent and pitiful. Your daughter is so malicious at such a young age. If she is not disciplined properly, she will become a pervert in the future, won't she?"

Ryan looked at her with a heartache on his face, gently patting her back and said, "I will definitely seek justice for you and Funny."

Funny was the little Teddy mentioned by Rosy.

I looked at Ryan angrily and said, "You believe this woman but not your own daughter?"

Ryan glanced at me and said, "Sandra, if you can't educate our daughter properly, I will consider finding her a new mother."

Hearing this, I broke down and shouted, "You just want a divorce, don't you? I have already signed the divorce agreement. I won't be your wife anymore. You can marry the girl?"

"I beg you, don't blame our daughter for this mess!"

After saying this, I tried to leave again.

This scene was originally directed and performed by Rosy.

But she persisted and insisted on coming forward to argue with me. "No, your daughter killed my dog. I must make her kowtow three times in front of Funny's grave!"

'If she refuses, then you have to do it!'

Seeing that I didn't move, Rosy started to make a scene. She said, "Ryan, are you just going to watch them bully me like this? You know how important Funny is to me. Now that it's gone, I don't want to live anymore!"

Ryan frowned and came forward to hold my shoulder directly. "Sandra, since you insist on protecting our daughter, then you have to kowtow instead!"

Saying that, Ryan pressed me to the ground, grabbed my hair, and slammed my head hard against the floor.

My forehead hit the cement floor and made a loud noise.

I tightly protected my daughter's ashes box with my hands, allowing them to mistreat me.

However, after the three kowtows, my forehead was bleeding and a large area turned red.

Rosy suddenly looked at the box in my hand and said, "Ryan, she followed us to the cemetery secretly, holding the box in her hand. She must have bad intentions."

Ryan took a step forward and reached out to me and said, "What is that? Give it to me."

At this moment, my hair was messy, my face was dirty, and my collar was torn with a gap, but I held the urn tightly and kept retreating and said, "Don't come near me..."

Rosy coldly snorted and rushed forward to snatch it and said, "You refuse to show it to us, there must be something fishy!"

In the struggle, the box fell to the ground, and the ashes were instantly blown everywhere by the wind.

I went crazy and knelt on the ground, reaching out to protect the ashes, crying and shouting, 'I'm sorry... I'm sorry...'

Rosy stepped on my fingers and said, "It turns out to be a pile of flour. Are you also pretending that your pet died to gain sympathy from Ryan?"

Ryan looked at me coldly and said, "Sandra, you have disappointed me."

In my grief, I suddenly had a burst of strength and fiercely grabbed Rosy's ankle, giving it a hard pull.

Rosy instantly fell to the ground, and then I went crazy and fought with her while straddling her.

"You wanted Ryan, and I have already given him to you. Why did you have to kill my daughter? Why did you have to destroy her peace after death!"

Rosy's face was swollen, and she desperately shouted, "Ryan, save me!"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, then came forward and shook my shoulder. He said, "Sandra, what did you just say? Who killed our daughter, what peace after death, explain it clearly!"

In anger, I raised my hand and slapped Ryan.

'Ryan, do you know that the ashes you knocked over just now are your daughter's ashes?'