After Our Daughter's Death, My Wife Was Severely Criticized Online

Ethan had just buried the Pomeranian puppy when he laughed mockingly.

"Sophie, your husband is just a nice guy! He thinks you like him this way, but little does he know, we got back together three years ago!"

A wave of shock washed over me, quickly followed by a deep sense of disappointment.

So they had reconciled long ago. No wonder Sophie had been spending less time at home and seemed indifferent to Emma and me.

As Ethan spoke, he looked at me with smug satisfaction, even mouthing the words "coward" in my direction.

I didn't care about his provocations, but he seemed addicted to taunting me, "Just divorce Sophie, and who knows? When your daughter grows up, I might even arrange a marriage for her with someone from the Hunter family. If that doesn't work out, she could always be a mistress."

At that moment, I could no longer contain my anger. My hands clenched tightly at my sides.

With one swift punch, I sent Ethan staggering to the side, his face twisting from the impact.

Although I had given up directing, I hadn't been idle; I had started a construction business.

The physical work had kept me fit, and Ethan was no match for me. A few more punches, and he was down for the count.

Once he regained his bearings, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Kyle, you dare hit me?!"

"I'm hitting you because you deserve it."

Sophie watched in horror, her eyes welling with tears as she shouted at me, "Kyle, are you insane? Just wait! We're definitely getting a divorce!"

I didn't argue; there was no point.

Sophie rushed to help Ethan up. "Kyle, I command you to apologize to Ethan right now! Otherwise, you'll regret it."

"Ethan just lost his baby; he's upset! Is it really worth it to go this far?"

I felt an overwhelming despair. When did the victim have to apologize to the perpetrator?

With a bitter smile on my lips, I shot back, "And what about you? Have you ever been a good mother to Emma?"

"You rushed back to filming just after giving birth! But instead of caring for Emma during her transition from breastfeeding to formula, you were off vacationing with your first love!"

"You skipped every parent-teacher meeting because you were scared of being photographed by the media. But what about her birthday? Surely we wouldn't have been seen at home together?"

"Every time Emma came to visit you on set, you'd leave her with your assistant while you lounged in an air-conditioned van."

"Shut up!" Sophie interrupted angrily. "Everything I do is for Emma's future! If I don't work hard, how will we survive? Can I rely on you—a jobless man—to support us both? On a stormy day like this when Emma is terrified of thunder, you left her alone at home!"

"Regardless of what happens, she's my flesh and blood! After the divorce, she should be with me."

With that, Sophie pulled out her phone and called her assistant. Whatever was said on the other end made her expression darken further.

"That's impossible! What are you talking about? Emma was perfectly fine just five days ago; how could she possibly be dead?"

Sophie couldn't take it anymore and hung up the phone.

She shot me several furious glares. "I've never met a more disgusting man than you! To fight for custody of our daughter, you would stoop so low as to claim she's dead!"

Ethan stepped in at the right moment, gently placing a hand on her back and soothingly saying, "Don't listen to him; just treat it like a dog bite. Come on, let's go find a place to clear your head."

"Wait."

Sophie suddenly seemed to remember something and steadied herself. "Ethan, I need to handle a few things with him first. You go ahead."

She redialed her assistant, her voice trembling as she asked, "I'll ask you one more time: Is it true that Emma was hit by a car?"

Her assistant replied flatly, "Yes, it's true. Emma has passed away and was reported buried at South City Cemetery, plot 109."