My Daughter Died in My Husband's Kindergarten

Baldwin paused and turned his face to the side. His expression was obscure.

There seemed to be hesitation, concern, and disgust.

The next second, only sarcasm remained.

"Mia, you are really crazy!

It's pathetic for Hannah to have a mother like you!"

After saying that, he didn't stop his footsteps and walked out of my sight without hesitation.

It would be great if I could really become crazy. Then I wouldn't have to feel the heart-wrenching pain all the time.

Hannah, Mommy was very tired, but I must seek justice for you.

My breathing became rapid, and I couldn't hold on anymore. I fell down directly and was caught by Charles.

Until the day of the funeral, Baldwin never asked Hannah again.

I sent him the time and address of the funeral, but he didn't reply.

I asked Charles for Sylvia's contact information.

I knew it was probably useless.

But I still put myself in a humble position, shedding tears with every word, hoping that as a mother, she could empathize a little and help persuade Baldwin to attend Hannah's funeral.

Hannah didn't see her father before she passed away. For this last time, I wanted to let her leave peacefully.

Sylvia promised, "Mrs. Duncan, you know, Baldwin is very stubborn. Once he decides something, he won't change. I can only try my best to persuade him."

But Baldwin didn't come until the funeral was over.

I opened their social media, and Baldwin didn't update. Sylvia's latest post was two hours ago.

In the photo, Baldwin squatted next to Brandon and bought him a toy. Sylvia made a heart gesture in the picture.

The caption says, [I guess this is happiness.]

I subconsciously scrolled through her more Instagram posts.

While I was running around handling the funeral arrangements for my daughter, they were celebrating the discharge of Brandon.

On the day Hannah left, Baldwin stayed by their side all night, pouring tea and water for them, quite busy.

On the day my daughter was in danger, he put her aside and hurriedly took her son to the hospital.

When the electricity in the house burned out, he accompanied Sylvia, who was afraid of thunderstorms, and the three of them huddled on the sofa happily.

On our wedding anniversary, he was busy celebrating with Sylvia that they could work together in the same kindergarten.

When Hannah and I were trapped on the road due to the heavy rain, he rushed to the airport to pick them up and bring them back to the country.

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There were countless such stories.

I was the only one who was kept in the dark all the time.

I remembered Hannah asked me in confusion, "Why is Dad never there when we need him? Isn't he a superhero who can transform and help me and Mom?"

I always comforted her, "Dad is very busy, because he is a superhero for many other kids, so we should understand him."

It turned out that this was because he was Brandon's superhero, not Hannah's.

Others said that a man's first love had a great impact, but I didn't believe it before marriage.

My college roommate was also Baldwin's high school classmate.

She told me that Baldwin loved his first love, Sylvia, very much, and did many things that broke his principles for her.

After high school graduation, Sylvia went abroad, and Baldwin remained silent for a long time.

He gradually cheered up until he was with me.

I thought my husband, whom I loved with all my heart and love, would also have feelings for me.

I never expected that this little bit of affection could not compare to his friendship with Sylvia.

But it was okay. "Hannah, Mommy will seek justice for you,"

I silently said in my heart.

I uploaded a 20-second video to the internet.

I knew

this was the only way to force Baldwin to see me.