My Husband Used My Father's Life to Clear His Name

Mason came to my family as he was ten years old and was now 35 years old.

We grew up together, were childhood sweethearts, and it was a natural progression for us to fall in love and get married.

When he first came to my family, he would have nightmares and wake up crying all night long.

At that time, I was also struggling with the loss of Brenda, feeling extremely unsettled. I secretly held onto the rabbit doll she gave me as a final birthday gift and spent nights with it, seeking comfort.

Later, Mason gradually got better and treated me better and better.

On rainy days, he couldn't bear to see me get my shoes dirty by wading through water puddles. So, Mason would carry me on his frail body, stepping over one water puddle after another.

During my rebellious phase in high school, I didn't study properly, so Daniel got so angry that he pointed at me and said, "If you don't study hard and can't go to university, who will support you if you can't find a job in the future?"

Mason protected me behind him and pleaded for me.

"I'll take care of her! I'll study hard, get into a good university, find a good job, and take care of Skylar for the rest of her life!"

He coddled me and said, "Skylar, with me, you can be completely yourself!"

On the wedding day, Mason took my hand from Daniel and burst into tears.

"From now on, I am no longer alone. I finally have a home!

"Daniel, don't worry. I will love Skylar with my life and won't let her get hurt!"

But ironically, the biggest hurt in my life was caused by him!

After Mason graduated, he had aspired to start his own business. Without hesitation, Daniel took out his retirement savings of two million dollars and gave it to him as startup capital.

Daniel was a kind-hearted person and donated money every year to support children in mountainous areas.

Mason wanted to learn from him, so he took me to the mountains and selected a few children to donate.

One of them was Tiffany.

She graduated from university, couldn't find a job, and didn't want to go back to her hometown, so Mason recruited her to be his secretary.

At first, he often complained that Tiffany was clumsy, didn't know how to use a coffee machine or a printer, and that the contracts she drafted were full of loopholes.

But later on, our lives were filled with her presence in every aspect.

"Tiffany is sick. She has no relatives in this city, so I have to take care of her.

"She is afraid of thunder. With such loud thunder outside, she's probably going to start crying. Let me go check on her."

He would even bring Tiffany to my birthday and our wedding anniversary.

"Tiffany is alone and wants to join in the fun."

I had quarrels with Mason many times because of this. In the beginning, he would explain that there was nothing between them and it was all innocent.

But later on, Mason became more and more impatient.

"Skylar, I'm exhausted from work. Can you please be more understanding and stop being so unreasonably troublesome?"

"Even if I have something with her, what are you going to do? Divorce me?

"Skylar, you are 30 years old, not a little girl of 18 or 19. Stop being so childish!"

We had known and accompanied each other for 30 years, already becoming the closest people to each other.

I knew that separating from him would bring immense pain.

Whenever I thought about divorce and leaving him, the pain became unbearable for me.

Because of my deep love for Mason, I endured it again and again.

I thought that as long as I could quietly maintain this family and we had a child in the future, everything would be fine.

But I was wrong.

My tolerance had only resulted in Mason treating me even more recklessly without any regard.

This time, in order to cover up his infidelity, he actually pushed Daniel down the stairs.

Mason was the nemesis of my family.

Because of him, I lost Brenda; now, because of him, I lost Daniel.

As I watched Daniel being pushed into the crematorium, my last bit of love for Mason also turned into ashes.