After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Daughter

After examining Brynleigh, the doctor scolded me with evident frustration, “What kind of mother are you? Your child’s fever has turned into pneumonia! Why didn’t you come to the hospital sooner? We’ll do everything we can, but it might be too late.”

My legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor.

Tears streamed down my face as I thought about losing my little girl.

In that moment, Damien and Gwendolyn, accompanied by their group, emerged from the next room. He was gently supporting Gwendolyn, saying, “The doctor advised against alcohol during pregnancy. I’ll make sure Ivory prepares chicken soup for you daily. Soon, you’ll give us a healthy baby boy.”

Unable to hold back, I ran over, shouting, “Damien! Your daughter is critically ill, and you don’t even care?”

His friend sneered, “If a girl dies, she dies. Gwendolyn’s expecting a son; you know it’s different.”

Damien shrugged, irritated, “Will fussing about it change anything? Aren’t there doctors handling this? Anyway, Gwendolyn is starving; let's get her something to eat, and we'll discuss this later.”

With that, the group departed without a backward glance.

Some of the doctors, aware of the situation, looked at me with eyes full of pity.

I stationed myself at my daughter’s bedside, whispering prayers, pleading for a miracle to save her.

After fasting all day, fatigue claimed me, and I drifted into sleep by her side as dawn arrived.

Upon waking, terror gripped me.

The hospital bed in front of me was empty, Brynleigh was gone.

Frantic, I dashed to find a nurse, “Where’s my daughter?”

“Oh, I thought you knew. A couple took her, saying she needed to be moved to another hospital. They presented her birth certificate; the woman had long, wavy hair.”

Shortly, Damien sauntered in nonchalantly.

“Time to get the divorce finalized.”

With reddened eyes, I seized him, pleading, “Where’s my daughter? Bring her back!”

“Relax. It’s only a fever. Gwendolyn’s looking after her. Let’s sort out the important stuff first.”

I realized he was using Brynleigh as leverage against me.

Left with no choice, I went along to finalize the divorce proceedings.

As we handled the paperwork, he added, “Let’s switch the property ownership to my name. It’ll make it easier to explain why we’re living together.”

Grinding my teeth, I agreed, “Fine, just take me to see my child!”

Besides a few days needed for property transfer, everything else was quickly settled.

He eventually took me to a rural cottage.

Gwendolyn, her eyes brimming with tears, rushed to Damien.

“I don’t know how she stopped breathing. It terrified me.”

Shaking with dread, I approached my daughter. Her body was cold and her face ashen.

Damien didn’t give her a second glance, “We’re young. We can have another child. Let’s go.”

He left with Gwendolyn.

Outside, I overheard their conversation, “Damien, what if she reneges and won’t give you the house?”

“No chance. She's damaged goods now. Who would want her after me? Don’t worry, she’ll stay with us.”

Holding Brynleigh’s lifeless body, I silently vowed to make sure they all endured suffering in this lifetime.