After My Daughter Died, I Started to Take Revenge

I met Eugene through work.

I started a small company, and he was one of the employees.

We dated and eventually got married.

Once, while on a business trip, he had a car accident.

I was busy with work and didn't have much time to take care of him.

By the time he recovered, he had Jessica Barnes by his side.

Eugene and I had a fierce fight.

He accused me of caring only about money, not him.

During his most vulnerable time, only Jessica was there for him.

In the end, I proposed divorce but unexpectedly found out I was pregnant for a month and a half.

Eugene apologized, explaining that there was nothing between him and Jessica, and promised to keep his distance from her.

I softened.

Having grown up in an orphanage, I had no family.

The life growing inside me, connected by blood, made me reluctant to let go.

After Anna was born, I stayed home full-time to take care of her.

The company was left in Eugene's care.

Later, he became increasingly blatant in his relationship with Jessica.

I started to act like a shrew, constantly arguing with him and doing everything to keep him close.

I even deceived myself, convincing myself that it was for the sake of giving Anna a complete family.

But now Anna was gone.

Our marriage was also coming to an end.

I handed a photo of Anna in a princess dress to the mortician, begging him to restore her to her original appearance.

I didn't expect to see Eugene there.

He locked eyes with me, fury boiling in his gaze.

His first love, Jessica, clung to his arm, surrounded by a group of bodyguards. Her eyes were red from crying.

Eugene strode over. "It's good that you're here. Where's Anna? Where did you hide her?"

I glanced at the small figure lying quietly on the operating table.

He grabbed my collar and shouted at me, "I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf?"

I pried open his hand and shoved him away. "I told you, Anna has nothing to do with you anymore. Now you can realize your dream and be with your lover."

Eugene slapped me across the face.

His chest heaved with anger. "With your sharp tongue, no wonder Anna turned out so malicious."

For a few seconds, my vision went black, and my ears buzzed.

I stared straight at him. No one could insult Anna like that.

"How dare you talk about Anna like that? What did she do wrong? You better explain yourself," I snapped.

"She drugged Jessica's dog, causing all its puppies to die. Isn't that malicious enough? If she has the heart to kill these small animals, she'll murder people when she grows up."

Eugene showed me the surveillance video on his phone.

The person in the footage looked like Anna. In Anna's clothes, she squatted beside the large dog and put something into the dog food.

Eugene put away his phone after I watched the video.

"What else do you have to say? This is the good daughter you raised. It's my misfortune to have such a daughter," he said.

I had naively hoped Eugene would see Anna one last time. It turned out to be my wishful thinking.

Jessica tugged at Eugene's sleeve, pretending to soothe him.

"It's normal for children to learn from their mothers. It's fine if she targets me, but those poor puppies are innocent," she said.

Eugene patiently comforted her and coldly looked at me. "Bring Anna here and make her apologize to those puppies."

I sneered, "They're just animals."

Jessica cried even harder, raising her voice to refute me, "They're not just animals. They are my family!"

"You can die with them and be buried together," I countered.

"Laura, shut up!"

Eugene couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted me harshly.

His assistant said something to him, and he looked at the mortician.

He walked over and ordered arrogantly, "I'll pay you three times your salary. Restore these puppies first and make them look their best."

I stood between them. "No! I won't let you do that to Anna."

Eugene finally noticed what I had said.

He sneered, "You say this is Anna? This trick might fool a three-year-old."

I blocked Anna and trembled. "She's dead. She was killed by dogs. Half her face was chewed off. Are you satisfied now?"

Eugene remained indifferent. "It's good that such a troublemaker is dead."

He ordered the bodyguards to pull me away, drag Anna to the floor, and then place the puppies in front of the mortician.

"Laura, you always go against me without considering your situation."

Using all my strength, I broke free and rushed to Anna, holding her tightly in my arms. "Eugene, you're a beast. You deserve to die."

The mortician couldn't stand it and refused Eugene's request.

Eugene's patience was exhausted.

"As long as these puppies can't be properly buried, the funeral home will be out of power. Let's see how long you can hold out," he said.

The other people at the funeral home were dissatisfied and started to make a scene.

But facing such a large group of bodyguards, they didn't dare do anything to Eugene.

Instead, they turned their anger on me.

They drove Anna and me out.

Eugene watched with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

Anna's body had started to rot, emitting a faint stench.

I gently patted her. "Don't be afraid, baby. I am here. I'm sorry for your suffering."

Jessica's dog was brought over.

I tightened my hold on Anna and covered her eyes with my hand.

Eugene stood in front of me. "Didn't you say this rotting corpse is Anna? Then let her apologize."

Before I could react, the dog lunged at us.

The smell of blood excited it, and it started biting Anna.

I threw myself over Anna to protect her, but I couldn't cover her entirely.

The pain from the bites was so excruciating that I almost fainted.

Crying, I apologized to Eugene, "I'm sorry. Please, let me go."

"Only now do you know to apologize?" Eugene raised an eyebrow.

I kept bowing to him. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally satisfied and had the dog taken away.

I hurried to check on Anna.

Eugene's voice sounded from above, commanding me, "Go send those puppies on their final journey."

Holding Anna tightly, I staggered to guard the dead puppies until they were buried.

Anna's body could no longer be restored and could only be buried.

As I moved, her death certificate fell out.

Eugene picked it up and opened it.

The name on the death certificate was clearly Anna.