My Husband's Venting on Our Daughter for His Childhood Sweetheart

Joseph's face changed slightly. He wanted to say something, but I turned around and left for Emma's room.

I put her bunny doll into my backpack and picked up the urn of her ashes, ready to leave.

When I reached the living room door, I saw Joseph and Ashley drinking red wine.

Seeing that I was about to leave, he blocked my way with displeasure.

"Daphne, you are getting bolder now. How dare you ignore my words?"

"You haven't apologized to Ashley for the last incident, and today you dare to disregard what I say. You never want to see Emma again?"

Leaning on the crutch, I barely stayed steady on my feet and instinctively tightened my grip on the urn.

Joseph knew exactly what my weakness was.

He shamelessly used it to force me and hurt me again and again.

But now, my mother was dead, and so was Emma. My weakness was gone, and from now on, I would not compromise.

The moment my daughter died, the marriage between me and Joseph also came to an end.

Seeing that I was silent, he thought I once again gave in to him and disdainfully snorted at me.

"I thought you were tough, but it turns out you're just playing dirty tricks to get what you want."

"Go kneel in front of Ashley and kowtow three times, and I will forgive your rudeness last time."

"If you want to see Emma, take good care of me and Ashley for the next few days. Make us happy, and maybe we will bring her back to you!"

Emma?

Emma's ashes were in my hands now. Where else could he get me another daughter?

He looked indifferent when he mentioned Emma, and I hated his guts.

"Joseph, who the fuck do you think you are? I don't care about you!"

"As I just said, I want a divorce! Are you deaf?"

In the past, when my mother was sick, I begged him to buy imported medicine. Later, when I gave birth to Emma, I endured everything to give her a complete family.

For so many years, I had always spoken softly to him and never dared to throw a tantrum. When did I dare to openly contradict him like this?

Joseph's face had a look of surprise and then clouded over with anger.

"Daphne, don't test my patience!"

"If you're not clear about your identity, I don't mind making you see the reality!"

It had been five years since Ashley returned. Joseph had told me countless times how humble I was.

When my mother was hospitalized, I cooked a dish with a little bit of cilantro that my mother liked while Ashley disliked. Joseph called and stopped giving my mother imported medicine.

It wasn't until I knelt on the ground and finished the plate of mangoes Joseph brought me, covered in a rash, that he let me go.

On the day when my water broke, I begged him to take me to the hospital.

But he frowned impatiently and said, "Women have a duty to have children. Can't you stop being so dramatic?"

Then he hurriedly went to a concert with Ashley, afraid of missing the exciting parts.

As long as Ashley asked for something from him, he would unconditionally satisfy her and abandon me and hurt me again and again without hesitation.

I grew up in a single-parent family and envied those who grew up with parents.

To make sure that Emma grew up with her parents, I endured everything.

Ashley hopped and bounced over, leaning on Joseph as if she had no bones.

"Daphne, even if you don't want to greet me as a guest, there's no need to ask Joseph for a divorce!"

"In marriage, the taboo thing is to use divorce as a threat. Only Joseph can tolerate your tantrums. You should count your blessings."

As I watched her lips part and then close, a lot of pent-up resentments crashed over me.