The Mistress Left My Daughter In The Car And Let Her Die Of Heat

Due to my husband’s negligence, my daughter was locked in a car in the middle of summer and died of heatstroke.

I was devastated by my daughter’s death, but my husband remained nowhere to be seen.

Later, I saw a photo of the him and his childhood sweetheart embracing each other in a loving embrace on her WhatsApp status.

The message in her WhatsApp status included a line: [There was this annoying little girl who was disobedient, so I locked her in the car as a minor punishment. Unexpectedly, there was an accident. Fortunately, my childhood sweetheart took care of everything, so it didn’t affect my successful promotion to a full-time position at the Walton Group.]

It turned out that my daughter hadn’t refused to get out of the car. Instead, she had been locked in the car and suffocated to death.

I took a screenshot of my husband’s childhood sweetheart’s WhatsApp status and filed a lawsuit against her.

My husband was completely devastated when he learned of this. “I’ve already said my daughter’s death was an accident. Why are you suing Rowena? Even if my daughter’s death was tragic, it was her destiny.”

“This is a critical moment for Rowena’s official promotion at the company. She must not have any stain left on her. You must withdraw the lawsuit immediately, or you’ll ruin her life. Otherwise, I will divorce you and leave you a loveless woman for the rest of your life.”

I said without hesitation, “Divorce is necessary. Everything the Walton Family has given you over the years must be taken back from me. If your childhood sweetheart is found to be involved in my daughter’s death, she will be severely punished by law!”

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Thinking of Skye, my heart ached. My daughter had been sweet and sensible since she was little.

She had inherited our family’s innate gentle nature. She had never complained about my husband not spending her birthdays with her all those years.

Instead, she repeatedly advised me that Dad was busy with work, which was why he was often away from home.

I also didn’t think a well-behaved girl like her would suddenly lose her temper and refuse to leave the car.

It turned out that she was forcibly locked in the car by the female vice president my husband had just hired, which led to the accident.

Thinking of my husband’s bossy demeanor on the phone, I found it a little amusing.

Howell used to be a country bumpkin with nothing. Because I fell in love with him, so I married him despite my parents’ objections and handed over the management of the family company to him. This was how he rose to prominence.

In recent years, the company’s performance had deteriorated. The market value was less than a quarter of what it was when we first got married.

My husband, who saw the company shrinking, confidently claimed that it was the market downturn in recent years, not his own incompetence.

When I was just starting my internship, in just two years, he had tripled the size of the family company.

So, my husband’s explanation was completely untenable. My parents, out of consideration for my face, didn’t make a fuss.

My unconditional love for my husband only gave him leverage over me. He had been away from home for years, even refusing to come home for our daughter’s birthday.

Instead, he brought his childhood sweetheart to the company and quickly promoted her to the position of Vice President.

Rowena and my husband had always been extremely close. Those who didn’t know them might have thought they were a real couple.

My husband’s indifference to our daughter’s death completely disillusioned me with him.

The Maybach I bought for my husband had internal security cameras. So I got in the car, determined to find out what happened on the day our daughter died.

After checking, I realized that all the security footage from that day had been deleted. Why did this have to happen?