The Decisive Battle of Love

Jay and I had a commercial marriage for five years with no ceremony.

My daughter, Tiffany Watsons' only wish before entering the operating room was to see my wedding.

I threatened him with family cooperation and begged him on my knees, and he finally agreed.

But on the wedding day, Tiffany sat in her wheelchair in her little dress until her last breath, never seeing her father's figure.

My phone contact was blocked by him. Yet I saw his first lover, Sherry Lewis's post.

A photo of the two of them at sunrise on an island.

Captioned, "Buried in the sunlight, eternal love will not fade with time."

My hand on my abdomen was trembling stiffly.

The sun had risen, and it was time for the Watsons family to go bankrupt.

After Tiffany died, I was surprisingly calm. All my anger disappeared. It turned out that it was a one-person show for five years.

I handled Tiffany's funeral alone and explained it to the guests.

Over five years, Jay abandoned me and Tiffany countless times for Sherry. Now, I was numb to his betrayals.

Seeing Sherry's post, I felt a perverse satisfaction as if I had predicted it.

I realized my disappointment in him had reached its peak.

It was time to leave.

I had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement, detailing the division of assets.

Carrying the agreement and my weary body home, I ran into Jay and Sherry coming in together.

Seeing my indifferent expression, a flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes.

He looked down and pulled a few things from his bag, tossing them in front of me.

"These are gifts I picked for Tiffany. Didn't she love the beach the most?

"And this, a limited edition collaborative toy."

I looked down at the trash in front of me, almost laughing in anger.

A few broken shells and a toy from a McDonald's kids' meal.

I mocked, "Mr. Watsons, you had a great time revisiting your youthful romance at a fast food restaurant while Tiffany was critically ill.

"You even brought back a bunch of trash. Is all this worth even one of Sherry's earrings?"

With those words, the guilt in Jay's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

"I was handling serious matters. What nonsense are you spouting? Stop being sarcastic. You wanted to marry me, not the other way around! The gifts I prepared for Tiffany are none of your business!"

After saying this, he turned and took a document from Sherry's hand, handing it to me.

"This is the island I selected. It's perfect for a wedding. The hotel was too hasty. After all, it's the only time Tiffany would witness our love.

"The contract is signed. Look at it. I'll contact the wedding planning company to redesign the wedding plan.

"Alice, I'm telling you for the last time. I was handling business. Stop giving me a bad attitude!"

It was such important business that he didn't even know Tiffany had died!

I ignored his outstretched hand and went straight to the bedroom. Anger flashed across Jay's face.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?"

He angrily threw the documents into the air, scattering papers everywhere.

He was panting heavily with anger.

"Alice, don't go too far. I just wanted to give Tiffany a better memory. Don't you want her to see the island's scenery in her last moments? Everything I do is for her!"

Listening to his words, I remained eerily calm.

Explaining the groom's absence to the guests had exhausted me. Now, even speaking felt tiring.

Besides, we had nothing left to say.

There was no point in arguing anymore.

Sherry raised her hand to calm him, then took the island documents and walked in.

Seeing me packing, a smug look flashed in her eyes, and she loudly exclaimed, "Alice, are you going on a business trip? Why are you packing? Is it because he didn't attend the wedding?

"Oh, if you want to blame someone, blame me. I saw the island and thought it suited your status, so I suggested it to him. He agrees immediately and drags me to inspect it..."

She spoke with undisguised shyness on her face.

It made me want to vomit.

She had spent five years subtly reminding me of her importance to Jay, never getting tired of it.

I had mostly packed Tiffany's belongings. I could buy new clothes for myself later, so I didn't take any.

I calmly walked out of the bedroom and saw Jay smoking irritably on the sofa.

"Just as well, I have something for you too."

I placed the divorce agreement on the table, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Alice, have you lost your mind?"