After Divorce, No Longer Waiting for Him

The moment my daughter died, any lingering warmth I had for Tom vanished.

But Tom thought I was just angry. "Amber, what kind of game are you playing this time? It was just a birthday, nothing serious. But the dog got hurt, and River is helpless. I couldn't just ignore that."

Just a birthday, nothing serious.

He'd said similar things countless times whenever it involved our daughter.

He never cared about her.

Or perhaps, he despised the child who shared my blood.

I got pregnant after a one-night stand with him years ago; it was an accident.

River had broken up with him and gone abroad, and he was out drinking in a nightclub when we met.

I had secretly admired him and didn't push him away.

After that night, I focused on finishing my thesis and forgot to take the pill. By the time I realized it, I was three months along.

My mother, a gambling shrew, found out I was carrying a powerful man's child and immediately pressured him to marry me.

I was shocked when he agreed and even held a grand wedding.

That period was the happiest time of my life.

I later learned that he only did it to spite River.

If it weren't for my appearance, they would have gotten back together.

Our daughter was diagnosed with hemophilia at birth, a condition that could easily lead to disability or death with the slightest mistake.

This meant I needed to devote significant time and money to care for her.

The only way I could hold onto him was through marriage.

Tom despised me and our child, though he never said it outright.

What could I do?

I had to turn a blind eye, allowing him to run to his first love whenever my daughter and I needed him.

I allowed her to provoke and insult me time and again.

But my tolerance only led to them hurting me more.

I've had enough of living like this!

"You can do whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me." I glanced at him coldly.

Then I grabbed my luggage and was ready to leave.

He seemed to notice something. "You haven't contacted me these past few days. Is our daughter upset about what happened that day? I can explain."

Upset?

Our daughter longed for his affection so much that she wouldn't even dare to be upset with him.

If he had shown any concern for us these past few days, he wouldn't have said something so absurd.

"No need."

I turned around and walked away immediately.

Perhaps because I used to always be humble and eager to please him, I never showed him any cold attitude.

Tom tried to catch up and grab me, but River held him back.

"Tom, this was never your fault. She schemed to get into your bed, forced you into marriage, and kept making the child pretend to be sick."

I somehow mustered up all my strength and slapped River so hard she staggered.

"Ah! Tom, she hit me!"