When I Died, My Husband Was with His Beloved First Love

“Leona, I don't feel comfortable with you living in that kind of place with a child.”

Alex opened the door and I saw him bring both Leona and her daughter through the door together.

Kevin heard the sound and tiptoed out of the bed, pushing open the bedroom door he saw Alex was holding Leona's daughter, Katie.

“Alex, it's not appropriate for me to bring Katie to live here, right? Let's go back to the rental house.”

“No need. You're my sister. Besides, it's just a room. Isabel wouldn't dare say anything.”

Leona hooked her lips and smiled, while Katie hugged Alex's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy! I know you’re the best! Always!”

Alex softly laughed, with a few compliments on his lips.

“You’re a very nice kid, Katie.”

Then he looked at Leona, saying, “You've taught your child really well.”

Hearing that, I was sour inside, then turning my head to look at Kevin with drooping eyes, waiting for a long time before he took a step, walking forward. The bruise on his head had already changed color, a huge piece of black and blue. It looked a little appalling.

Kevin walked over to Alex's side and spoke with a smile, saying, “Dad, I'm hungry. Can you give me something to eat?”

I looked at Alex. The aggression that was churning inside me completely turned into anger at this moment.

“Alex, do you know that Kevin is also your child?! He's been starving for two days and nights!”

Katie was placed on the ground by Alex. She raised her eyes to look at the large black bruise on Kevin's head and instantly wailed and cried out.

“Daddy, I'm so scared! Is he a monster? I’m scared! I don't want to live here! Daddy, please take me away from here!”

When Leona saw this scene, the corner of her lips hooked up in an undetectable arc.

Kevin reached out and tugged on Alex's pants leg, pursing his lips tightly not knowing what to do.

“Dirty and smelly, how in the world did Isabel bring you up?!”

I watched in despair as Alex kicked the standing Kevin away and my little boy landed hard on the floor like a leather ball that had lost its support.

“Alex, are you out of your mind?!” I demanded, my voice trembling with anguish. “You can hate me all you want, but why are you doing this to Kevin?!”

I followed Alex's back and watched as he reached out to open the bedroom door, which still had blood spattered on it from when that murderer killed me.

“What on earth are you so upset about?!” Alex shot back, his frustration clear. “You were the one who said you’d go to the group building and then didn’t show up. What a pain in the ass!”

My heart lifted as I watched him reach out and about to push the door open.

Was he finally going to find out?