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

“My daughter died of heatstroke in the car. It was her fate. Why were other children fine in cars, but she died sitting there? Skye was spoiled by you since she was little. Even when she wasn’t feeling well, she didn’t even bother calling anyone. She died in the car entirely on her own initiative. It had nothing to do with Rowena…”

Women were inherently weak, while a mother was strong.

Before my husband could finish his words, I slapped him hard in the face.

“Howell, are you talking nonsense? Skye is not only my daughter, but yours too. After she died, not only did you not return to see her, but you were so cold-blooded and heartless. I was blinded to fall in love with you.”

“Hmph!” Howell’s teeth chattered. “Since you say that, let’s get a divorce. I’ve brought the divorce agreement. If you don’t admit your mistake, I don’t want you anymore.”

A flicker of joy crossed Rowena’s brows. She quickly feigned understanding and said, “Howell, it’s not right for you to divorce Camilla for me. If outsiders knew, they might say I ruined your marriage.”

“What does this have to do with you? We were already very close before I even met Camilla. If there’s a marriage ruined, it’s Camilla who ruined our childhood sweetheart relationship. This is simply her betrayal of you.”

I didn’t expect Howell to come up with such a bizarre theory. Back then, in order to join a wealthy family, he knelt at our doorstep for three days and three nights.

Only then did my parents reluctantly agree to this marriage. It was clearly Howell who pursued me.

In the end, I became the third party who broke up his relationship with his mistress. But Howell’s shamelessness didn’t stop there.

He said to Rowena in a domineering tone, “Don’t worry. Camilla can’t live without my love. Even if I told her to eat dog shit, she would still do it to stay by my side.”

Howell looked at me with disdain and continued, “It’s not that I can’t give you a chance. As long as you apologize to Rowena and find a way to earn her forgiveness, I won’t retract my decision to divorce you.”

I was amused by Howell’s narcissism. I did love him back then. In the years after we got married, when he stayed out all night, my feelings for him had long since worn out.

The reason I hadn’t divorced yet was that I didn’t want my daughter to be mocked by other children for being fatherless.

My daughter was gone now. The last bond between us was gone. He actually still thought he could manipulate me as he did in the past.

“Don’t you want a divorce? I’ll sign it now. The agreement you brought doesn’t comply with domestic law at all. Although you manage the Walton Group, the ownership belongs to the Walton Family.”

“The company is our pre-marital property. Even the car you drive now, our house and every penny you’ve spent over the years all came from the Walton Group and are my personal property. Sign this divorce agreement and you can get out.”

Howell hadn’t expected me to actually agree to a divorce.

He looked flustered for a moment and said, “It’s not like there’s no way around it. You made Rowena cry, so why not apologize to her? Rowena is very concerned about her reputation. If you just kneel down and kowtow to her a few times, everything will be over…”