The Decisive Battle of Love

I must have been crazy. Otherwise, how could I have married him and endured for five years?

I used to be as proud as he was.

In Tiffany's final moments, she said to me, "Mom, I want you to be happier..."

Even a child could see what I couldn't for five years.

My humility, concessions, and desperate pleas forced my sweet daughter to be submissive in this house.

She even tried to please Sherry.

Because only then could she see her father's smile.

Only then could she get her father's hug.

All my humility over the past five years flashed before my eyes.

In that moment, I understood.

But the price was too high, too much for me to bear.

At this moment, looking at Jay's face made me nauseous.

He looked at the agreement on the table, shocked, and shook it forcefully in front of me.

"I already agreed to redo the wedding. I just wanted a better place. Why are you making a fuss? When have I ever gone back on my word? Throw this away, and I'll pretend you never brought it out!

"And when I went to the island, I consulted foreign doctors for Tiffany and arranged for expert consultations. It was supposed to be a surprise. What are you doing now? Have you had enough?"

Hearing him mention Tiffany, my eyes couldn't help but redden.

I shouted angrily, "Don't talk to me about Tiffany! You don't deserve to! Having a father like you is her misfortune! Go mess around with your sweetheart. Tiffany doesn't have a father like you!"

Jay's impatient expression froze on his face. He finally realized I wasn't joking.

"Sign it. The wedding isn't needed anymore, and Tiffany doesn't want to see it either."

I just now understood my daughter's thoughts.

She didn't want to see the wedding. She wanted me to be happy.

But Jay immediately frowned and looked displeased. "Alice, have you been saying something to Tiffany again?

"Tiffany is so young and not in good health. Can you be a normal mom? What are you feeding her mind with all day?

"Last time I took Sherry to see her, she asked me not to be with Sherry anymore because it makes you unhappy."

Jay's stubborn face made me sick. Never had I felt our five-year marriage was this ridiculous!

He never cared about Tiffany's growth and only visited her a few times during her hospital stays.

Always with Sherry.

Seeing my expression grow colder, he spoke impatiently,

"Alright, you don't need to say anything. I'll explain to Tiffany myself, okay? Stop making a fuss. I'm already exhausted from work, and now I have to go to the island to check out the wedding venue for you. You do nothing but stay in the hospital every day. Do you know how much I've had to handle on my own? Can't you find something to do and help me out?"

"The only thing I want to do now is divorce you."

My words made Jay furious.

He had never seen me so cold.

Just as he was about to say something, Sherry hurried over. She took his hand and gently patted the back of it.

"Don't be angry. A wedding is no small matter. You've already agreed to it. If it weren't for Alice lying about the surgery time for Tiffany, the wedding wouldn't have been so rushed. We'll make it up next time..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward in anger and slapped her across the face.

"Sherry, I warn you not to use my daughter as an act. I'm not Jay!"