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.