After My Daughter's Death, My Husband and His Lover End Up in Jail

"Enough!"

Stephen couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled Mia up and protected her behind him, saying, "We are all sad that Harley is dead, but she can't be brought back to life. We should look forward to it."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"My daughter just died. He unexpectedly protects the culprit and advises me to look forward."

"Stephen, are you a human being? Harley is your daughter. She is only 6 years old. She was calling for you until she died."

"And what about you? You were accompanying the killer who had killed her. You didn't even see her for the last time."

"Who do you think you are to advise me to look forward to?"

I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. I said, "If it weren't for you, how could Harley die? If it weren't for you lending the car to Mia, how could Harley rush out and be hit?"

"It's you! You killed Harley!"

I shouted all the time.

"He is related to our daughter's death. He is standing here, asking me to look forward generously."

"Is he a human being or not?"

Stephen dared not look directly into my eyes. He said guiltily, "I didn't want this to happen. I will compensate you in the future. We will have other children."

Mia glanced at him subconsciously when she heard this. Then she tightly pursed her lips, revealing a hint of grievance.

"How long has Harley been gone? Not only doesn't he have any guilt, but also he hasn't shed a single tear. He even wants a second child."

My dad was so angry that he jumped up first and punched Stephen in the face. He said, "You want another child? Stephen, let me tell you something. You caused the death of my granddaughter for this wild woman. this matter is not over."

"Not only do I want you to go to jail, but also your marriage must end. Don't you hurt my daughter again!"

My mom patted me to comfort me, but she looked at Stephen indifferently. In the past, she had been enthusiastic about him.

Hearing that we would get divorced, Stephen panicked and said, "Chloe, I know I was wrong. I won't divorce you. I love you. I won't divorce you."

"How dare he say he loves me?"

"He is ambiguous about his relationship with Mia while claiming to love me."

"He claims to love me. When our daughter was in the hospital, I begged him. But he stayed with Mia."

"I used to truly believe that he loved me. I loved him too. We had a happy family. We gain financial freedom. We have a house, a car, and a lovely daughter."

"Everything changed since Mia appeared."

He started coming home later. We started arguing more often.

The reason for our arguments gradually shifted from trivial matters to Mia.

Stephen said, " Mia got divorced. It's not easy for her to be alone. We were classmates, so I'll help her as much as I can."

So, he started spending all his time with her.

He took her to his company's gatherings, went shopping with her, and stayed overnight at her place when he got drunk.

I suspected that he had almost forgotten that he had a family.

I expressed my dissatisfaction.

He accused me, trying to gaslight me morally. He said, "Chloe, when did you become so heartless? You are a woman too. Can't you have some sympathy?"

Before Harley had a car accident, Stephen had not come home for a week. He said he was on a business trip.

After my repeated requests, he finally agreed to come back and celebrate our daughter's birthday.

Harley was so happy that she didn't sleep for several nights. She was counting the days until her father came back.

But what came was the news of her death.

She died at the age of 6.

I looked at Stephen expressionlessly and said, "If you don't want a divorce, it's fine."

Stephen's eyes lit up.

The next moment, his eyes dimmed again.

"The condition is that Harley can survive!"

Stephen's face changed. As he was about to come forward to hold me, Mia preempted him.

The wound on her forehead kept bleeding, making her look particularly terrifying.

She supported her head and pretended to lean on Stephen, saying, "Stephen, my head hurts!"

The next second, she fainted in his arms.

Stephen no longer cared about anything else. He picked her up and ran while shouting for a doctor.

Seeing this, my father touched his chest. He was too angry to say anything.