My husband was passionately entangled with his newly kept mistress next door. On the other side of the wall, I was putting our daughter to sleep. “Mommy, is Daddy hurting another lady again?” she asked innocently, her little face full of sadness. Young as she was, she didn’t understand what her father was doing. I swallowed my pain and comforted her to sleep. As dawn approached, a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and a sensual voice panted in my ear. “Sorry I’m late tonight. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” He kissed my earlobe gently, as if we were lovers. Everyone knew that no matter how Lucas Shaw was entangled with other women, he would always hold his beloved wife to fall asleep. I lay awake all night, watching the frantic stream of messages on my phone. “Sis, it’s so cold today. Even my six-pack abs are getting chilly.” Our daughter’s happiest moment was opening her eyes to see her dad lying beside her. Each time, I would force a smile and pretend we were a loving couple, letting her feel the warmth of family. But this time, I was truly exhausted. “What is this crap? Mr. Shaw loves my voice the most. You’re trying to fob me off with rice porridge?” The mistress’s shrill voice made me frown. “Go deal with your little plaything,” I said coldly. Lucas pressed against my back, his husky voice still tinged with desire. “She’s not as important as you.” “Mia will wake up soon. Smile, darling,” he whispered. I kicked him off the bed. “Lucas Shaw, what’s the point of all this?” His expression darkened as he grabbed my chin, eyes menacing. “Olivia Sanders, I can tolerate your little tantrums, but my patience has limits.” “Don’t do these pointless things to wear away my love for you.” My heart turned to ice. He seemed like a stranger to me now. From school uniforms to wedding dresses, our love had been passionate and intense. He knew he was my everything, my salvation. He knew I could never leave him. So he took advantage of my love and acted without restraint. A knock at the door, and the woman’s coquettish voice called out: “Mr. Shaw, I hand-washed your underwear. I don’t trust anyone else to do it.” Lucas’s eyes flashed with panic, complex emotions crossing his face. He wasn’t usually so careless, but she had been especially clingy last night, making him forget his boundaries. “I’ll handle it,” he said. He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned away. Lucas’s face darkened, about to lose his temper when our daughter woke up. She looked at her dad’s face with delight, then frowned slightly. “Daddy, were you going to hit Mommy?” I quickly pushed him away and picked up our daughter to comfort her. “No, sweetie. Daddy was just joking around with Mommy.” Lucas awkwardly turned away, his tone cold. “She’s not a baby anymore. She should sleep in her own room from now on.” He had always been like this – his patience with our daughter limited to a morning smile, never even wanting to hold her. But was his patience, his love for our daughter, real? Or just guilt towards me? To punish me for not cooperating, Lucas broke his rule of not letting women stay for breakfast. They were all over each other at the table, making me sick to my stomach. Our daughter watched them enviously, saying softly: “Mommy, I want Daddy to hold me while I eat too.” Tears sprang to my eyes. “How about Mommy holds you instead?” “No,” the little girl said, eyes full of longing. “I want Daddy.” Faced with our daughter’s expectation, I reluctantly asked Lucas to look at her. The mistress laughed coyly. “Oh, is big sister jealous?” “You’re a mother now, using your child to get attention? If it were me, I’d never play such mind games in front of a child.” Lucas’s face darkened. “You’ve raised her with no manners, so petty and small-minded.” The servants looked at us, their eyes full of mockery. Our daughter was young, but she could read the mood. She burst into loud sobs. “Daddy’s mean! I don’t want Daddy anymore!” Lucas’s expression changed drastically. He picked her up and headed for the basement. “Since your mother can’t teach you properly, I’ll do it myself.”
My legs went weak with fear. I knelt at his feet, clutching his legs and begging. “It’s my fault. I have no class, I can’t raise our daughter well.” “It’s all my fault. Please don’t hurt her.” “I’ll take her punishment instead.” “Mia’s afraid of the dark. She can’t go in the basement, she won’t be able to handle it!” Lucas paused, his expression uncertain. I thought he had listened and was about to take our daughter from his arms. But the mistress chimed in, “Last time she said Mia was scared of thunder and begged you to come home, but wasn’t she happy and lively after all?” Lucas’s face turned completely cold. “So you’re both liars cut from the same cloth.” He kicked me in the chest and had someone hold me down. I listened to our daughter’s frightened cries, my heart breaking. As soon as two hours had passed, I rushed to the basement and scooped up our daughter. She was so small, crying until she shook, her hands and feet ice cold. “Mommy, does Daddy not like me?” she whimpered. “Of course not, sweetie. Daddy spends time with you every morning, doesn’t he?” I said, rubbing her hands and feet, filled with regret. If he didn’t love me, how could he love the daughter I gave him? I had been so wrong. She buried her face in my chest and said quietly, “Mommy, I don’t want Daddy anymore.” “Okay, we don’t need Daddy,” I said, kissing the top of her head. I had made my decision. When breaking news interrupted the cartoon we were watching to report on Lucas lavishing gifts on his mistress, Mia’s eyes instantly dimmed. “I’m sleepy,” she said. Not knowing how to comfort her, I could only pat her back and soothe her to sleep. When the man pressed down on me from behind, reeking of perfume, I turned to face him. My eyes were startlingly bright in the darkness, startling him. “I told you not to wait up for me.” He tried to embrace me, but I refused. “Lucas Shaw, we need to talk.” In the study, I was about to bring up divorce when he pinned me to the desk, forcefully demanding intimacy. “No, Lucas Shaw, let go of me!” His eyes were weary, still filled with unsatisfied desire. “Isn’t this what you wanted? It’s late, Mia will be scared if she wakes up and doesn’t see us.” His lips fell on my skin, each touch making me want to vomit. “Don’t make me hate you,” I said coldly. Lucas paused, a mocking smile on his lips. “Isn’t this what you schemed for, Mrs. Shaw?” That “Mrs. Shaw” was too sarcastic, making me feel like the past few years had been a joke. He came from a good family, while I was just a small-town girl who studied hard. The night after our college entrance exams, I chased after his car, shouting my confession without caring who saw. It was the bravest thing I’d ever done in my life. I was afraid if I missed the chance, I’d never have another. After I shouted, overwhelming embarrassment washed over me. A pair of white shoes stopped in front of me. He crouched down, a faint smile on his lips. “I heard you.”
Youthful passion was no match for family pressure. His family wouldn’t let him marry a girl with no background. While he was fighting his family for me, I showed up pregnant. His family relented, but the way he looked at me was full of unfamiliarity. Deep down, he thought I was just a woman who would do anything to marry up. From that day until our child was born, I never saw him again. After that, he started bringing all sorts of women home. He was always intimate with those women in front of me, then come back to my side and say he loved me. At first the servants sympathized with me, then they started advising me. “The boss does care about you. Don’t be angry with him.” “If he didn’t love you, would he sleep with you every night?” “He just doesn’t know how to express love. You need to understand and forgive him.” But who would understand and forgive me? Amidst the turmoil, I took out divorce papers and shoved a pen into his hand. “Lucas Shaw, I’ve found a house I like. My brother is getting married soon…” He sneered, “So you’re showing your true colors now?” “Next time don’t use our daughter as an excuse. Just tell me directly what you want.” “So you won’t end up greedy like your mother.” I nodded mutely, a bitter taste in my mouth. Yes, my family wasn’t well-off. I grew up in a small town where they favored boys. But after we married, I never let my family take advantage of him. But he didn’t believe me. When it was over, I quickly wrapped myself up and returned to our room. Now I just had to wait for the cooling-off period to end, and I could take our daughter and leave this place for good. But our daughter, who should have been lying quietly in bed, was gone. I panicked, frantically searching everywhere. She was so small, still unsteady on her feet. Where could she have gone? Lucas answered his phone. “Alright, I understand. Thank you for your trouble.” He looked weary. “Claire took Mia out. She said the child was crying for her mother and looked pitiful, so she took her out to play for a bit.” My vision went black. “She hates me to the bone. How could she truly care for my daughter?” “Tell me where they are quickly. I need to go save my daughter.” He stepped back, disappointment filling his eyes. “Mia is my daughter too. Do you think I would hurt her?” “Claire has a kind heart and studied early childhood education. She’ll take good care of Mia, so don’t make trouble.” How could I possibly believe him? Just yesterday, Claire had sent me many intimate photos of them. She had said: “You only became Mrs. Shaw because of that little brat.” “If she were gone, do you think you’d still keep your position as Mrs. Shaw?” Tears poured from my eyes as I lunged for his phone. “If you won’t ask, I will.” He raised the phone out of reach and slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned, my ears ringing. “You can’t take care of the child like this. Stay home and calm down,” he said coldly. Security guards covered my mouth and dragged me to the basement. I struggled desperately, my fingers leaving bloody prints on the floor. The door slammed shut, the last bit of light disappearing. So this was where my little Mia had spent two hours. She must have been so scared.
I pounded frantically on the door, crying out: “Lucas Shaw, I give up! I was wrong, I shouldn’t have clung to you.” “Please let me out. Mia will die in that woman’s hands. I’m begging you.” Separated by the door, I could sense him standing outside. “Olivia Sanders, I don’t know how we ended up like this.” “If you’re willing to admit you were wrong, I’ll forgive you.” My pupils constricted as I pounded the door even harder. “Lucas Shaw, you bastard! You monster! If anything happens to Mia, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.” He yanked the door open suddenly. I fell into his arms, caught off guard. “I really don’t know what to do with you. Is it so hard to just apologize?” he said, his tone exasperated as if dealing with a beloved partner. I pushed him away, my eyes full of unfamiliarity. “Lucas Shaw, I’ve told you many times Mia is in danger. Why do you never believe me?” His expression instantly darkened. “Danger, danger, danger. You’ve been paranoid ever since you had the child.” “I’ve assigned several bodyguards to Mia. What danger could she be in?” “You’re so suspicious now, how can I take you to meet business partners looking like this?” Unable to see my daughter, I no longer cared about such things. I just wanted to find her. I fell to my knees before him. “I’m not worthy. I’m despicable. I promise I’ll never appear before you again. Just tell me where they are.” “Please.” I kowtowed again and again, not stopping even as blood flowed. Lucas’s heart clenched painfully. He couldn’t understand how his once pure and beautiful wife had become like this. His voice was weary. “Fine, I’ll show you.” I hurriedly grabbed his phone. It was a video sent by Claire. In the video, Mia clutched a stuffed rabbit’s ears. Her eyes were red as if she’d been crying, and there were red marks on her little hands. She pouted, as if trying not to cry at something she saw. “I like playing with Auntie. Mommy doesn’t need to worry.” Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. Mia was in danger! I used to worry what I would do if she got lost, was kidnapped, or if Lucas’s family wouldn’t let me see her. So I told her that if she was ever in danger, she should grab the rabbit’s ears, and Mommy would appear by her side. “Mia is in danger. I have to go save her.” Lucas looked at me with even more disappointment. “Olivia Sanders, you need to go to the hospital.” No, I couldn’t go to the hospital. If I went, who would save my daughter? So I pushed past him and ran to the garage, getting in my car. The display screen in the car was connected to the tracker in Mia’s stuffed rabbit. It showed them moving towards the sea. My suspicions were correct. Claire was going to kill my daughter. I sped recklessly, running many red lights and causing several cars to crash. Lucas gritted his teeth. “Olivia Sanders, do you know what you’re doing?” My gaze was determined, my tone resolute. “I know.” To stop me from making a bigger mistake, he crashed his car into mine at the intersection before I could intercept Claire. I was trapped in the car, begging him to go save our child. He took a deep breath, his face grim. “Olivia Sanders, you’re suffering from paranoid delusions. You need to go to a mental hospital. Mia and I will wait for you to come back.” No matter how I pleaded, it was useless. Lucas dialed the mental hospital. Looking at the calm sea, a wave of panic washed over him. A call from the police made him utterly despair. “Mr. Shaw? We’ve received reports that your daughter has drowned. Is this true?”
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