By the time I had taken care of my daughter’s funeral arrangements, night had already fallen. Back home, I began packing my belongings, only to realize how little I had in this house. At the funeral, my parents tried calling Julian. All they got in return was a stern warning. “No wonder Chloe’s always lying—it must run in the family! Even if she’s jealous of Tiffany, she shouldn’t be lying about a child’s death.” My parents were livid but forced themselves to remain composed. “You’re the child’s father. The very least you could do is attend your daughter’s funeral.” Julian’s voice grew even colder. “Enough already! I’m warning you. No one will come between me and Tiffany. I don’t care if the kid died. Hell, even if Chloe drops dead today, I still wouldn’t show up!” With that, the call ended. My father looked at me, eyes filled with both frustration and pity. “I told you not to marry him, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you see what kind of man he really is—an absolute scum. Once the funeral’s over, you’re divorcing him.” My mom began to cry. “If it weren’t for him, our daughter and granddaughter wouldn’t have had to suffer like this…” The funeral was grand. Everyone who mattered showed up. Julian came from a poor background. I was raised by my grandparents, so he always assumed I was an unwanted child no one cared about. However, if he’d cared enough to know about me these past few years, he would’ve known the truth. My father was the richest man in Hayfield City.
She Got His Time, I Lost My Child
Status: Ongoing
