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

Rowena looked at my husband with admiration and said in a coquettish voice, “Howell, you look so manly right now.”

I interrupted Howell, “Apologizing to that bitch is out of the question. I’ll hold her legally responsible later. We’ve been separated for several years, which is equivalent to a divorce. Even if you don’t sign, the divorce agreement will still take effect.”

I had made my point very clear. Howell was also a man who cared deeply about his reputation. He had just finished his words, then signed the divorce agreement with a look of reluctance.

“Camilla, I’d like to see how long you can keep being so hard on me. When you regret your actions and want to rekindle our relationship, it won’t be as simple as asking you to kowtow and apologize to Rowena.”

Although Howell was walking out, he walked deliberately slowly. He waited until I regretted my actions, called him over and then accepted all the harsh terms.

Because of my past self, it had always been like this. Seeing my cold, pretty face, he couldn’t help but panic.

“Howell, wait a moment!”

As I spoke, a deep smile broke out on Howell’s face. He said to Rowena, “I’ve told you long ago that Camilla can’t live without me. It’s too late for her to regret it now. You’ll see for yourself how I’m going to teach Camilla a lesson tonight!”

I slammed a suitcase filled with old clothes at the door.

“Get out of here with all your dirty clothes. From now on, we’re no longer husband and wife, but strangers with no connection.”

Howell stared at me with his mouth wide open for a long time after I finished speaking. He seemed unable to accept my heartlessness.

I closed the door. I would never look at this pair of bastards again. When I loved Howell, I truly loved him. Now I didn’t and I truly didn’t love him anymore.

All that existed between us now was hatred. And after the truth was revealed, how would I exact revenge on my husband’s childhood sweetheart? My poor daughter’s death must not be in vain.

A few minutes passed, Howell’s curses and the aroma of Rowena’s tea continued to drift in. They not only cursed me, but also swore that I would regret it.

I truly regretted it. I regretted not leaving this man who didn’t love me sooner, which led to my daughter’s accident.

The next day, I searched the entire city and finally chose a burial site for my daughter.

The cemetery was surrounded by verdant mountains and clear waters, with birds singing and flowers blooming, like a fairytale world.

When Skye was alive, she didn’t receive her father’s love, nor did she live a happy life. I hoped she could be forever happy in the grave.

As I walked towards my daughter’s grave and carried the urn, Rowena appeared. As she approached, she rudely blocked my path. “We meet again.”