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

"Daphne, how could you lie about your daughter?"

"Emma is clearly fine. The caretaker reported to us today that she was clamoring to eat McDonald's. Why did you say she's dead?"

"You are her biological mother, but you curse your own child just to compete for attention. What kind of a human being are you?"

Joseph's face darkened at this. He kicked me in the chest and sent me flying far away.

And he poured the bottle of red wine onto the ashes.

"Don't, Joseph. That's Emma! God will strike you down!"

"Really? I'll wait and see then."

Joseph sneered and ground the ashes with his foot.

"Apologize to Ashley and I will return this pile of laundry detergent to you!"

"You said this is Emma, right? As a mother, you can't bear to watch this, right?"

"Or is all of this your sinister plot? Just to attract my attention?"

I stared blankly at the ashes on the ground and a pain slashed at my heart.

It was my fault for not protecting my daughter.

Seeing me holding the fragments of the urn motionless, Joseph came forward and grabbed my hair.

"Say something. You want me to force you?"

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the urn from my hand.

Suddenly, I slapped his hand and looked at him with hatred and resentment in my eyes.

Joseph seemed frightened by the fierceness in my eyes for a moment, subconsciously stepped back, and straightened himself up.

"Joseph, I am Emma's mother. You know I'm nice to her. Do you think I would curse her to get your attention?"

"Don't flatter yourself!"

"Joseph, I really regret knowing you and marrying you!"

Joseph was shocked by my resolution and subconsciously reached out his hand to pull me.

"Joseph, it seems like my ankle hurts much more!"

Ashley behind me stopped him.

The hesitation on Joseph's face was replaced by anger and annoyance because of Ashley's painful cry.

"Daphne, is it because I'm in a good mood today that you dare to repeatedly ignore my words?"

"You don't want to see Emma anymore?"

"Well, since you curse her like this, I won't let you see her! You're a bad influence on her!"

I held the urn, tears blurring my vision.

"I want to see her so badly that my heart is breaking."

Joseph smiled a triumphant smile.

"Then you kneel and apologize to Ashley. I'll have my secretary send the child over right now!"

I cried and laughed.

Joseph was stunned by my reaction. "What are you laughing at? I don't like your laugh. Are you mourning?"

I nodded. I was mourning indeed.

"Joseph, you're a piece of shit! You don't care about your own daughter!"

"Emma was so young and well-behaved, and she was running a fever. How could you bear to let her go alone?"

"Why didn't I see your real face earlier? If I had known that you were such a heartless person, I would have taken Emma and left! I'd rather be a single mom than see her die!"

Joseph looked at me coldly.

"Daphne, that's enough! Stop cursing my daughter!"

"Today, I'll let Emma see for herself how selfish and despicable you are!"

"To compete for attention, you even curse her to death!"

Joseph took out his mobile phone and dialed his assistant's number.

To prove it to me, he even put her on speaker.

"Sofia, let Emma answer the phone."

Sofia stammered over the phone and it took a long time for her to finish a sentence.

"Mr. Bell, I haven't been able to reach you these days."

"Miss Bell is gone."

Joseph instinctively tightened his grip on his phone, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

"What do you mean she's gone? Is she playing outside or did she get lost?"

Sofia's voice trembled.

"No, Mr. Bell. The night you asked me to bring her back, she woke up in the middle of the night and sneaked out. She was hit by a passing truck."

"She died that day. I heard today is the day of her cremation, and you're back just in time to say goodbye to her."