When My Daughter Needed Him Most

My daughter's life was hanging by a thread.

I knelt on the ground, clutching at my husband Lucas's pant leg.

But he shielded his first love beside him, looking down at me with cold eyes.

"She just lost a bit of blood. Winona's been traumatized because of Sweetie—her situation is more urgent."

Later, he personally blocked every way out, letting our child grow cold bit by bit.

I signed the divorce papers with a smile and disappeared without a trace.

Three years later, he searched the entire city, red-eyed as he cornered me outside my newly opened gallery.