My Husband Killed My Dad

Darren and I met because of my father.

When I was ten years old, my mother was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and urgently needed money for surgery. Originally, the surgery fee could be raised by waiting for my father’s payment.

But the company refused to pay the debts and my father had nowhere to turn to. Seeing that my mother could not be treated in time, he was anxious to ask for help everywhere.

In the end, it was Darren’s father who gave me some emergency money and kept my father to work in their company.

My father was originally a loyal and honest decoration master. With this favor, he had been working diligently in Gray Company.

In my senior year, I went to the construction site to find my father, but unexpectedly, one of the brackets was unstable and fell straight in my direction.

I realized it later and when I reacted, my palms were sweaty. It was Darren who pushed me and blocked me.

He was accidentally hit and blood oozed from his back.

“Are you okay? Hector should not worry.” After saying that, he fainted on my shoulder.

It turned out that he was practicing with his father and learning some decoration things.

Later, my father took me to see him and I took care of him for a while.

We gradually became familiar with each other, until the day he was discharged from the hospital and returned to school. I ran into him head-on on the playground.

I knew we were in the same school.

He began to find excuses to ask me out for dinner, to take a walk on the playground in the evening and to go to the library to write graduation papers together.

Until my father saw me walking with him, he said to me, “Darren is a good kid, but our family is average. Their class pays attention to matching. You and him are not suitable. Such families are easy to be bullied. Keep your distance from him.”

I began to become sensitive and inferior, slowly stayed away from him and avoided him.

Until that day, I ran into Darren on the way home and a man with a knife suddenly ran out beside me. He stabbed Darren without saying a word.

I didn’t have time to think, so I grabbed his hand and tried to snatch his knife. Fortunately, I practiced a little Taekwondo and was quite strong, although in the end I still got a cut on my right hand.

That was Gray Company business rival, who targeted the future heir because of bankruptcy.

Darren hugged me tightly, his voice anxious and crying. “Why are you so stupid? Don’t you want to live?”

It was not a serious injury, but he asked me to be hospitalized and stayed by my side.

On the day of discharge, he knelt down at the gate and proposed to me and I nodded greedily.

Darren was very good to me and he put me first in everything. He was so good that even my father put aside the class gap.

I carefully maintained this greedy happiness and treated Darren twice as well.

It was not until his childhood sweetheart returned to Linkon that everything changed.

She was divorced by domestic violence abroad. After returning, her father died in an accidental car accident and her mother fell ill.

Darren said that she was now helpless and had depression symptoms and he couldn’t ignore her.

So he arranged her to be his assistant, gave her a high salary, took her on business trips and even booked a double bed in a room. He said Addison was afraid to sleep alone and they were innocent.

He spent more time with her than me, as if I was the third party.

I didn’t expect that my tolerance would lead to my father’s death because he tried to please Addison.

I really hate myself. If I had left him earlier, would I have avoided losing my father?