Finding True Love After Leaving the Wrong Love

Jeffrey Strong and Louise Joseph had been childhood friends, growing up together. In high school, Louise's family faced a crisis, forcing her to move abroad, and they were separated.

During college, I met Jeffrey. I fell for him at first sight and pursued him passionately in the prime of my youth.

Eventually, my genuine affection won him over, and we became a couple. After graduation, we started a business together, supporting each other through countless challenges.

Finally, we got married.

After Emily was born, Jeffrey encouraged me to gradually leave the workforce and stay home to take care of the family.

Our life was ordinary but happy.

I thought we would remain this blissfully happy forever.

However, when Emily turned five, Louise returned.

Her reappearance disrupted our peace and stirred up turmoil in Jeffrey's heart.

Jeffrey became increasingly impatient with me and our daughter. He often stayed out all night, and at the mere call from Louise, he would abandon us and rush to her side eagerly.

This left me deeply disappointed and heartbroken.

Since Emily's accident, Jeffrey hadn't returned home. Louise's Instagram was filled with photos of their adventures in Blido City.

It wasn't until the day of Emily's funeral that Jeffrey finally called.

"Rose, you're getting more unreasonable. I only asked Emily to get Louise a milkshake."

"Only? Jeffrey, Emily was only six. How could you send her out alone to buy a milkshake? Are you even human?"

I questioned him angrily.

"Emily is six. She should be independent. If she can't even do this, what's the point of raising her?" Jeffrey retorted, his tone filled with justification.

Just then, I heard Louise's laughter in the background.

"Rose, it's all my fault. I suddenly craved that milkshake, and if I don't get it, I can't sleep at night.

"Jeffrey was just worried about me going out in the heat, so he asked Emily to get it for me," Louise added.

Her words ignited the fury within me.

"Jeffrey, you care about Louise, a thirty-year-old woman, but you sent our six-year-old daughter out in scorching weather to get her a milkshake? You don't deserve to be Emily's father."

Jeffrey immediately defended Louise.

"Rose, it was just a milkshake. Do you have to blow it out of proportion? You're becoming more and more petty. Emily is just like you, making a big deal out of nothing. She could've called if she had trouble. We waited for her at home for a long time."

"Yes, Rose. You really need to teach Emily better. She took over an hour to get a milkshake and didn't even call. If Jeffrey hadn't taken me to Blido to get a cake, I don't know how much longer we would've waited," Louise chimed in.

Their words shattered my heart, filling it with cold hatred.

Holding Emily's urn, I closed my eyes in despair.

"Jeffrey, let's get a divorce. The papers are ready. Just sign, and we'll be done."

Jeffrey exploded at the mention of divorce.

"Rose, I've tolerated your nonsense over and over. Are you really going to be this unreasonable? It was just a milkshake! I can take her to the kindergarten graduation to make it up to her."

I scoffed, tears silently streaming down my face, landing on Emily's black urn.

"There's no need. Emily won't be able to go. She'll never be able to go."

"Rose, you're disgusting. Are you cursing our daughter just to spite me? Are you even human?" Jeffrey spat angrily.

"Emily couldn't go because when she was on her way to buy..."

I couldn't finish before a scream interrupted me from the other end of the line.

"Jeffrey, I'm so clumsy! I cut myself while peeling an apple."

"Louise is hurt. I need to take her to the hospital. Stop causing trouble," Jeffrey said hastily before hanging up.