A Bad Marriage, I Don’t Want it Anymore!

I called the police and forensic examination confirmed that my daughter died of suffocation.

There were a lot of fingerprints on the blanket that suffocated my daughter and it took time to extract them.

There was some problem with the surveillance footage that night, so it was not certain who killed my daughter.

It would also take time for the surveillance footage to be restored.

Before my daughter was cremated, I hesitated for a long time before finally dialing Nolan's phone number.

The music on the other end of the phone was blaring, so I did not have to think to know which bar he was in.

"Nolan, Alice is going to be cremated. Do you want to come and see her for the last time?"

The man did not seem to hear what I said, still partying.

After a long time, he seemed to realize that I was calling him. He got up and went to a place with relatively low music volume.

"Didn't I tell you to reflect on your actions at home? Why did you call me? If you come over now and apologize to Maria, as long as Maria forgives you, this matter will be over."

In the past I would have definitely argued with him, but now I felt nothing but disappointed.

"Alice is going to be cremated, do you want to come and see her for the last time?" My voice was a bit soft and Nolan did not hear it clearly until I repeated it to him again.

"That's enough! Juliette, the child is not your tool. How can you be so vicious as a mother? If I hear you say this again, don't blame me for not remembering our old feelings."

He was very angry.

Since when did he start calling me by my name again after such a long time? It seemed that it was after that cunning girl appeared.

He changed the way he called me from "Baby" back to my name.

On the contrary, he actually called Maria affectionately and even the look in his eyes when he looked at her was so gentle and full of affection.

I called him, just wanted him to come and see Alice for the last time, how could that be considered vicious?

At this time, Maria's coquettish voice came from the phone.

"Nolan, why are you here?"

Then, as if she had discovered something, she snatched the phone from his hand.

"Juliette, today is my birthday. Nolan is mine today and I will return him to you tomorrow. Don't worry, Nolan and I are just friends. Besides, nothing happened when we slept together before, right?"

"Alright, Juliette, don't bother me anymore," he said and then hung up the phone.

My heart sank in an instant.

Had they slept together?

It was just a small birthday and he was not even willing to confirm the truth?

I closed my eyes, my tears had already dried up. Perhaps this marriage had already been ruined and gone rotten a long time ago.

As my daughter was cremated, my love for Nolan also turned to ashes.

I sent the divorce agreement to him and moved out of the place where we had lived together for five years.

I had chosen a cemetery for my late daughter and was about to take her urn there for burial.

As soon as I opened the door, Nolan was standing at my door with a gloomy face. Behind him was Maria, who was dressed colorfully and holding roses.

Nolan hurriedly pushed me and walked past me into the house. He searched everywhere.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets without finding anything, he returned to my side.

"Where is Alice?"

I looked at the urn wrapped in black cloth in my hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you thinking of looking for your daughter now? It's too late!"