After My Daughter's Volunteer Work Was Altered by My Husband
After My Daughter's Volunteer Work Was Altered by My Husband Chapter 1
My daughter Aurora Shepard got accepted into a prestigious university, but my husband Phillip Shepard secretly swapped the list, sending Kathy Sanford, the daughter of Dalia Sanford, the woman unattainable in his heart into the prestigious school instead.
As for my daughter, she could only attend a junior college.
Unable to handle the blow, my daughter suffered a brain hemorrhage.
By the time I rushed her to the hospital, it was already too late.
Facing my daughter's lifeless body, I cried to the point of nearly fainting.
Meanwhile, Phillip was still celebrating with Dalia and her family.
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My daughter, Aurora, had always excelled academically and was well-known as a top student at school.
Getting into a prestigious university was almost a sure thing for her.
To outsiders, our family seemed incredibly happy. My daughter was beautiful, sensible, and accomplished; my husband owned his own company and adored both me and our daughter.
But I alone knew that Phillip was always busy with his company and with Dalia.
A year ago, after Dalia divorced, she called Phillip first. From that day on, he became even busier.
He was occupied with company matters and also took care of Dalia and her family.
Even Dalia's daughter, Kathy, received special attention.
Behind the scenes, Kathy even called him "Daddy Phillip".
As for me and my daughter, Phillip hardly had time for us.
With the SAT exam approaching, I was solely focused on caring for my daughter, hoping she would get into a good university, which would satisfy me.
As for Phillip, I still held a glimmer of hope for him in my heart.
Until that day when my daughter's exam results came out. She had been accepted into a prestigious university.
Just as she was full of joy, dreaming about college life, Phillip switched her identity with Kathy's.
After finding out, my daughter fainted from anger and suffered a brain hemorrhage, leading to her being rushed to the hospital.
On the way there, she had already passed away.
Holding my daughter's cold body, I noticed Dalia's social media update.
[My daughter got into a prestigious university, and we are celebrating!]
In the photo, Dalia and Kathy sat on either side, while Phillip took the center spot.
Gone was the serious demeanor he had at home; Phillip wore a smile that, if one did not know better, could easily be mistaken for a family portrait.
At that moment, I could no longer hold back. I called Phillip.
"Phillip, our daughter is dead!"
I screamed in despair.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Lorena, don't challenge my patience!"
Phillip's cold voice came through the phone, "When did you pick up the habit of lying?
"I told you before that I have nothing to do with Dalia! Why won't you believe me? Stop being so paranoid!"
"Daddy Phillip, we are cutting the cake!"
Kathy's voice echoed from the other end of the line.
"Okay!"
From his initial impatience with me, Phillip's tone turned soft when he answered Kathy.
It was as if Kathy were his real daughter.
At that moment, my heart turned to ash.
Three days later, feeling utterly hopeless, I finished the funeral of my daughter.
I quietly held her urn, reflecting on her life from childhood to now.
Such a smart and considerate daughter should have gotten into a prestigious university, only to have her name swapped.
And all of this was orchestrated by Phillip.
During those three days, Dalia updated her social media multiple times, sharing photos of Phillip enjoying outings with Kathy, where Kathy was smiling sweetly.