Chapter 2

"Oliver, you bastard. Let's get a divorce!" I roared with all my remaining strength and smashed my phone.

The school called an ambulance, and the medical staff arrived soon.

Looking at the doctor, I pleaded like a madwoman, "Doctor, please save my daughter. She's only six years old. She's a child!"

I couldn't help but break down and cry. The doctor just sighed and said that the girl couldn't be saved and asked me to accept the loss.

They carried Skylar onto the stretcher. I just watched her gradually disappear from my sight, as if she had never appeared.

At that moment, I rushed forward desperately, trying to snatch her body back, but I fainted due to exhaustion.

When I woke up again, I was in the mortuary of the hospital.

Skylar's body had already been dealt with. I was so desperate that I couldn't shed any tears. "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have brought you into this world."

When she was buried, her body had already been cremated into ashes.

It was pouring heavily under the dim sky. I suddenly remembered the beginning of this tragedy.

I met Oliver on a rainy afternoon.

That year, he failed the SAT, and his family went bankrupt. He was alone on the street, drinking his sorrows away. But I knew that what made him the saddest was the betrayal of his ex-girlfriend.

Because of the bankruptcy, his ex-girlfriend, Kayla Watson, completely abandoned him and chose to go abroad, pretending that she was going for further study.

At that time, he was very desperate.

No one knew that I had been secretly in love with him.

Once, he had been like the bright moon in the sky, making me look up to him. Now that he was down and out, I just hoped that he could be happy. I quietly got close to him, hoping that he would cheer up and regain his confidence.

Finally, from the age of 18 to 28, it took me a full ten years to move him and help him return to the peak of his life and revive his family business.

In these ten years, I didn't live a single day for myself. I worked hard, just wanting him to fall in love with me.

Ten years later, we got married. I thought he loved me, but the reality shattered all my hopes.

Oliver had always only loved Kayla, even when I was pregnant with his baby.

When I gave birth to Skylar, I had a difficult labor and severe bleeding. I hoped he could take care of me, but he said coldly that I was an adult and since I chose to have a child at an advanced age, I should take responsibility for myself.

It was he who said he wanted to have his own child, so I took the risk to give birth to Skylar.

After we had our daughter, he never once took care of her in six years.

I was used to being humble, and he enjoyed being loved.

This marriage and love that spanned sixteen years was just my wishful thinking.

But today was his daughter's birthday!

He refused her request without hesitation, went on a date with Kayla, and said that Skylar was safe at school.

But Skylar was dead, leaving this world with the regret of wanting to see him just once!

I shouted in my heart, "Oliver, you are a devil!"

I hated him so much!

Then, I thought, "Why should Skylar die a miserable death on a rainy night while they are acting like a loving couple in front of all the celebrities in the city?"

I fell awkwardly in the rain, covered in mud.

I limped forward in despair. At this moment, I just wanted to avenge my daughter.