My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.
View MoreMy secretary inserted the USB drive into the computer, and the video played on the big screen. In it, Queenie's cries filled the room as Sandra frowned, looking annoyed. She didn't even want to carry Queenie."We're going to be late for our dinner, and we've got a movie to catch afterward," she grumbled.Shawn frowned as well. "Babe, we can't drag this baggage along, right? You promised tonight would be just for me."Sandra glanced around, her gaze landing on a bottle of pills on the nightstand. She picked it up and handed it over. "Put a little of this in her formula. It'll make her sleep, and then we're free to go. I take it all the time, so there's no harm."She turned back to finish her makeup, adding casually, "Make sure it's enough so she doesn't wake up halfway through."Shawn shook out two pills but, on second thought, shook out a handful. He crushed them, poured them into the bottle, and shook it well. Then, he handed it to Sandra, who brought it over to Queenie. "Soot
Sandra and Shawn suddenly found themselves cornered by enemies and reduced to poverty.Now that they had nothing left, their need for money increased, and they started planning every strategy to obtain it.When I found out that Sandra was planning an art exhibition, it had already opened, with the theme prominently displayed: Daughter.When I saw the theme, my blood boiled. Without a second thought, I headed straight for the gallery.Inside, the walls were filled with paintings of Queenie. Near the entrance, a placard explained the exhibition's theme which was designed by Sandra. It stated that the artist was a grieving mother who had tragically lost her daughter in an accident, and these works were a tribute born out of a mother's heartbreak and love.The entire theme was very moving, filled with paintings of Queenie. Each one had a price tag below it. Sandra's reputation, combined with the emotional significance of the theme, touched many hearts, and she managed to sell half of
Sandra stood there with bloodshot eyes, looking utterly dispirited. "I know I made a mistake. It wasn't intentional. After all, I'm still Queenie's mother. I just want to say goodbye to her."My voice was as cold as steel. "There's no need. Queenie doesn't have a mother who would risk her life just for a date. Spare us the pretense, Sandra. There will be consequences for what you've done. But as for Queenie's funeral, you're not welcome."She began to cry out loudly, trying to rush forward, but Anthony waved his hand, and the Chance Family's men quickly hauled the two of them away.She shouted desperately, "I'm Queenie's mother! Let me go! Xavier, what right do you have to stop me from seeing my own daughter?"I descended the steps and looked her straight in the eyes. "You think you're fit to be her mother? How dare you even show up here? Can you stand in front of Queenie's grave and say, 'Mommy gave you sleeping medications so she could go on a date'? Can you?"Family and friends
Sandra refused to sign the divorce papers, and even the lawyer seemed powerless.I gave her a call. "You're holding out on the divorce? Aren't you afraid of keeping your precious Shawn waiting? What if he gets tired and moves on?"She scoffed. "You want me to walk away with nothing? Dream on. Xavier, you're ruthless. I never thought you'd treat someone you once shared a bed with like this."Ruthless? She didn't know the man I was before our marriage.Within a month, all of Chance Group's deals were mysteriously falling through. Contracts that had been almost signed were abruptly canceled. Her father and brother weren't fools. They had quickly dug up the reason behind the sudden misfortune.Of course, I had my people planted in the Chance Family's household staff to keep an eye on things.I heard that Sandra was summoned home, and she even brought Shawn along with her happily. However, the moment she stepped through the door, her father, Kendrick Chance, slapped her so hard she f
Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?""Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?"I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"I grabbed her chin, forcing her closer to Queenie's portrait. "You fed her sleeping medication just so you could go on a date and left her alone all night. And now, you're blaming the nanny? Sandra, you're her mother. But to you, is anyone in this world worth anything next to Shawn?"She's your
I admitted that I fell for her at first sight. She knew it, too, and understood exactly what my presence in her life meant. She quickly agreed to marry me under my pursuit on the condition that I would help Chance Group through its difficulties.I knew she had once loved someone deeply who had since moved abroad. I thought that I treated her so well, and coupled with the fact that we had been married for several years, as well as having a daughter together, surely she must feel something for both me and our child. But it was all my wishful thinking.In her eyes, I was just an annoyance, someone she barely tolerated. And Queenie? Our daughter was just another burden.I looked at the couple hugging each other and kissing passionately in the living room before I opened the door with a bang that startled the pair of lovers.Shawn saw me standing there with a grim expression, and he was shocked. Sandra stood protectively in front of him, saying, "Xavier, if you have a problem, take it
I gently held Queenie in my arms and cradled her close. She was my daughter, and this was the last bit of warmth I could offer her. I hugged her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't be scared, my love. Daddy will come visit you every day. Just wait for me… I'll be with you soon. Sleep well, my sweet girl."Tears kept streaming down my face uncontrollably, yet I couldn't even cry out. It felt as if my heart had been torn to shreds and trampled into the mud, with no chance of it ever being mended.I took care of Queenie's funeral alone and eventually returned home with only a small urn in my arms.When I got back, I no longer cared if Sandra had come home or if she ever would. I walked straight to Queenie's room. Her crib was still there with the baby mobile above it, slowly spinning. Her playmat lay on the floor, scattered with toys, as if waiting for her to come back. Curling up on the playmat next to her crib, I held her favorite stuffed bunny close to my che
When I got home, it was seven o'clock in the morning. Only the nanny was there, and the moment she saw me, worry crossed her face. She said, "Mr. Bedrock, Queenie didn't wake up all night and didn't even cry for milk. I tried to wake her up a moment ago, but she wouldn't respond. I was just about to give you a call."I rushed into my daughter's room. She was lying there, looking as peaceful as a little angel. "Queenie… Queenie," I called her name, but only silence greeted me. I took her small hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze, but there was still no response.Panic clawed at me as I looked up. "Where's her mother?"The nanny hesitated. "Mrs. Bedrock called me last night to watch over Queenie. She was already gone when I arrived and has yet to return. Queenie was already asleep when I got here."I dialed Sandra Chance's number. She answered groggily, "What is it? Why are you calling me so early? Didn't I tell you that it was Shawn's birthday, and I would be staying at my b
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