I completed my daughter's death certificate. Phillip had swapped the identities of the two girls, and since Kathy entered the university under my daughter's name, how could a person who was already dead attend college?

There was no doubt that Kathy had taken Aurora's acceptance letter to school, only to be sent back soon after.

On that day, Phillip, who had been absent for a long time, returned home.

With cold eyes, he stared at me and said, "Lorena, you have gone too far!

"You hid my daughter and even issued a death certificate just to prevent Kathy from attending university?"

Hearing this, I scoffed at Phillip.

Even now, he thought I had hidden Aurora away.

Aurora was my life, my daughter.

What mother would issue a death certificate for her daughter just for a lie?

Phillip had always thought of me this way.

"Phillip, I told you, Aurora is dead! You drove her to her death!"

I fixed my icy gaze on him.

Phillip did not believe my words at all and shouted, "Lorena, you have really crossed the line this time!

"I told you that Kathy's grades are poor; she needs a good university.

"And our Aurora had always performed well. Even if she went to a junior college, it would not matter. She could keep up with her studies!

"Besides, once Aurora graduates, I will pave the way for her!"

His words made me feel nauseated.

"No need to pave the way anymore!"

I said flatly, "Phillip, let's get a divorce!"

"Lorena, what do you mean by that?"

Phillip's expression darkened, and he angrily accused, "Where exactly did you hide my daughter?"

"She is right there! Can't you see?"

I pointed at the urn on the shelf and shouted.

"Lorena, you have truly lost it!"

Phillip's face turned cold as he said, "Aurora was always healthy; how could anything have happened to her?"

Just as he was about to continue arguing with me, his phone rang.

I glanced at the screen; it was Kathy's call.

"Daddy Phillip, what should I do? I can't get into university!"

Kathy's cries came through the line.

As soon as Phillip heard her voice, he hurriedly left.

At that moment, I felt no lingering affection for him whatsoever.

Phillip and I met on a rainy night.

That day, I had just finished work and was about to head home when I encountered a drunken Phillip.

When he saw me, he froze, muttering about Dalia.

After that, he pursued me relentlessly. We got to know each other, fell in love, and eventually married, having our child.

Later, I learned that when he first met me, he viewed me as a substitute for Dalia who was unattainable to him, because I bore a resemblance to Dalia.

But I was not her; Dalia cried at the drop of a hat, while I had managed everything in our home with precision since marrying Phillip.

Even when Phillip faced business troubles, I was the one who stepped in to resolve them.

I had thought that after all these years, Phillip would have forgotten Dalia.

But when Dalia divorced and returned with her daughter, I never expected Phillip to act so recklessly.

And I became a laughingstock.

This past year, I had come to understand that as long as my daughter was well, I could endure any injustice.

Yet, even my beloved daughter was now dead because of him.

I felt no love left for Phillip; all I had was endless hatred.

I hired a lawyer and documented all of Phillip's actions. Since he was unwilling to divorce, I would make him.

I could never forgive a scoundrel who drove his daughter to death.