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My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 10
A year later, I unexpectedly ran into Robert at my doorstep. Unlike the arrogant man Iâd seen last time, he now looked deranged, clutching a kitchen knife in his trembling hand. "Hubert, this is all your fault! If you hadnât refused to give Yuki the heart, she wouldnât have died! Iâm going to kill you!" He charged at me, and I barely had time to react, instinctively trying to dodge. At that critical moment, Irene, whom I hadnât seen in ages, suddenly appeared and stepped in front of me, taking the knife meant for me. Blood spurted out, staining her face crimson. As Robert stared at her in shock, she seized the opportunity to wrestle the knife from his hand and swung it at him with all her strength. In the end, Robert collapsed into a pool of blood. Ireneâs face was pale, yet she still managed a smile as she turned to me. "Hubert, look, Iâve avenged Lily. Can you give me another chance? Can we start over?" She was mad. Both she and Robert had lost their minds. Withou
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 1
My wife kept her phone off all day. The only sign of her was a courier she sent to collect the ring Lily had been holding tightly in her final moments. My wife said the ring was something she had given to her first love, Robert Easton, during their youth, symbolizing the beautiful memories they shared. She insisted its sentimental value made it irreplaceable. The nurse at the hospital looked at me with a mix of pity and anger in her eyes. "What kind of parents would allow a child that young to enter such a house alone? Someone just died there, for heaven's sake! Even the property owner won't step foot inside. Who was watching over her?"âI heard the child wasnât in good health to begin with, yet they sent her to such a horrible place.â âThat poor girl. I hope she never encounters such irresponsible parents in her next life.â They were right. Even I hated myself. I knew my wife never cared about our daughterâs health, so why did I let her take Lily away? I sat alone in the l
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 2
I fell in love with Irene during our university years. Back then, she was burdened with an enormous debt of sixty thousand dollars left behind by her parents. She spent her days hiding in a small rented room, surviving on nothing but boiled cabbage. I used my scholarship money and part-time job savings to help her, and together, we paid off the debt over three years. After graduation, we both landed jobs at prestigious companies thanks to our excellent academic performance. A year into our careers, I bought an engagement ring, prepared our new home, and proposed to her. Irene was moved to tears, and shortly after we got married, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Irene put a lot of thought into naming our daughter, poring over dictionaries for the perfect choice. She would often curl up in my arms, reciting the names she had picked out for the baby in her belly. I teased her for being overly sentimental, but she just smiled and said it was only the beginning. She dreamed
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 3
"Today, as long as I'm here, no one will slander my daughter!" My hands tightened instinctively as I clutched the urn close to my chest. Robertâs sharp eyes caught my movement. His gaze flicked to the urn and locked onto the Elsa doll perched on top. "Irene, look! Thatâs the doll!" he shouted. Ireneâs face lit up with triumph, her voice icy as she said, "Caught red-handed. Are you still going to deny it?" She reached out to grab the doll from my hands. I instinctively cradled the urn closer, shielding it, but to them, my actions looked like guilt. With a cold scoff, Irene gestured to Robert, and together, they lunged at me, prying my fingers apart. "No! Donât!" I screamed, trying desperately to protect my daughterâs urn, but their combined force was too much. With a loud crash, the urn hit the ground. Ashes scattered everywhere. I fell to my knees in despair, reaching out helplessly. "What is this? Why is it so filthy?" Robert recoiled, covering his nose in disg
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 4
"Iâll give you a hintâitâs Mr. Hubert Gunner... You should go and beg him," the voice on the phone said. As soon as the call ended, Robert dropped to his knees before me with a loud thud. "Hubert, this is all my fault! I never should have come between you and Irene. If youâre angry, take it out on me. But please, donât make Yuki pay the price!"He clasped his hands together, pleading. "Iâll do whatever you want, just donât make this harder for Yuki. Sheâs my only daughter!" I didnât respond. My hands moved mechanically as I continued gathering Lilyâs ashes from the floor, piece by piece. "Hubert! Robert is talking to you. Are you even listening?" Irene shouted, her voice sharp with frustration. "How can you be so heartless? Misunderstanding my relationship with Robert is one thing, but now youâre taking it out on a child? Are you even human?" Her scolding was endless, but I tuned her out entirely. I carefully cradled the ashes in my hands, my mind consumed by thoughts of
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 5
Hearing this, Ireneâs face turned deathly pale. "Impossible! How can this be? Why didnât anyone tell me?" Her voice rose hysterically, as though she were demanding answers from both the assistant and herself. On the other end, the assistant stammered nervously, trying to explain, "Youâve been at the hospital the past few daysâĶ we assumed you already knewâ" Before the assistant could finish, Irene hung up abruptly, unable to listen any longer. Yes, she had been at the hospital. But what had she been doing there? She was with someone elseâs daughter. She hadnât even realized her own child was gone. Ireneâs movements were stiff as she slowly turned her head. Her eyes flickered uncertainly before finally settling on the urn lying on the floor. Her voice came out hoarse, trembling as she asked, "IsâĶ is this Lily?" "Get away!" I roared, shoving her aside as I grabbed the urn, clutching it tightly while retreating step by step. Seeing my reaction, the horror of her act
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 6
"I'm sorry, Lily... Iâm so sorry..." Irene murmured, her voice trembling as she cradled the doll. I watched her coldly, unmoved by her display of remorse. From the day I met Irene, she had always been carefree and straightforward, typically wearing simple business suits. When did she start wearing these extravagant dresses? Even she probably hadnât noticed. It began after she reconnected with Robert. She started paying meticulous attention to her appearance, spending more and more time in front of the mirror each day. Back then, Lily would imitate her, admiring herself in the mirror, twirling around in her own little dresses. She begged me to buy her several princess dresses. "Mommy, Mommy, look! I have a pretty dress too!" she exclaimed one day, running excitedly toward Irene, who was preparing to leave. But Lily, being frail, grew dizzy and stumbled, spilling juice onto Ireneâs expensive dress. "Lily Gunner! How many times have I told you to be careful? Youâre always
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 7
I seemed to have fallen into a dream. In the dream, Lily was tidying up her little backpack, her sweet voice urging me, "Daddy! Didnât Mommy say she was taking us to the water park? Why havenât you changed yet?" She stopped and stared when she noticed my tears. "Daddy, why are you crying?" Startled by her concern, I quickly wiped at my eyes and forced a smile. "Itâs nothing, sweetheart. Just got some sand in my eyes." "Let me blow it out for you," she said, rushing over to press her soft, warm cheek against mine as she gently puffed air at my eyes. Even Irene was there, walking toward us with a gentle smileânothing like the cold, distant woman sheâd become, but the Irene from years ago, the one I had fallen in love with."Is Lily being naughty again, making Daddy upset?" she teased gently, her laughter warm and light. "Of course not!" Lily puffed out her cheeks in protest. "Iâm helping Daddy! I love Daddy the most. How could I make him upset?" My tears flowed harder as I
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My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 10
A year later, I unexpectedly ran into Robert at my doorstep. Unlike the arrogant man Iâd seen last time, he now looked deranged, clutching a kitchen knife in his trembling hand. "Hubert, this is all your fault! If you hadnât refused to give Yuki the heart, she wouldnât have died! Iâm going to kill you!" He charged at me, and I barely had time to react, instinctively trying to dodge. At that critical moment, Irene, whom I hadnât seen in ages, suddenly appeared and stepped in front of me, taking the knife meant for me. Blood spurted out, staining her face crimson. As Robert stared at her in shock, she seized the opportunity to wrestle the knife from his hand and swung it at him with all her strength. In the end, Robert collapsed into a pool of blood. Ireneâs face was pale, yet she still managed a smile as she turned to me. "Hubert, look, Iâve avenged Lily. Can you give me another chance? Can we start over?" She was mad. Both she and Robert had lost their minds. Withou
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 9
"What are you all doing?" Irene suddenly appeared, breaking the tense scene."Irene, please talk some sense into Hubert!" Robertâs expression changed instantly. "I just wanted to thank him, but he suddenly decided to kill me for revenge!"I was all too familiar with this act. It didnât even faze me anymore. All that ever awaited me were Ireneâs accusations, disappointment, and disgust. No one ever listened to my explanations. Even I had given up trying to justify myself."Yes, itâs me. I want to kill him," I said, staring straight into Ireneâs eyes.It didnât matter anymore. Nothing mattered now.Irene suddenly yanked her hand away from Robert, her voice hoarse. "I heard everything just now."Irene and Robert had grown up together as childhood friends, but now, he felt like a complete stranger.Her reaction threw Robert into a panic. He immediately began playing the victim, recounting their childhood memories and pleading over their bond that he couldnât let go of.But Irene simply pus
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 8
Irene started to say something, but Robert stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. "Irene, heâs upset right now. Talking to him wonât help," he said softly, feigning concern. "Why donât you go check with the lead doctor and see what they suggest? Iâll stay here with him. Iâm sure heâll come around eventually." Swayed by his words, Irene nodded, gave me a few parting instructions, and left the room. Robert took a seat by my bed, his tone casual as he offered, "Hubert, how about some fruit? I can cut some for you." I scoffed, my lips curling into a bitter smile. "Sheâs gone now. Why bother keeping up the act?" "Whatever do you mean?" he replied, pretending not to understand."Actually, I should thank you. Thanks to Lilyâs heart, Yuki can live a full life. And really, you should be grateful to me. Without Yuki needing Lilyâs heart, it wouldâve just gone to waste, wouldnât it?"When I heard you were backing out of the donation yesterday, I didnât sleep a wink. It took me all n
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 7
I seemed to have fallen into a dream. In the dream, Lily was tidying up her little backpack, her sweet voice urging me, "Daddy! Didnât Mommy say she was taking us to the water park? Why havenât you changed yet?" She stopped and stared when she noticed my tears. "Daddy, why are you crying?" Startled by her concern, I quickly wiped at my eyes and forced a smile. "Itâs nothing, sweetheart. Just got some sand in my eyes." "Let me blow it out for you," she said, rushing over to press her soft, warm cheek against mine as she gently puffed air at my eyes. Even Irene was there, walking toward us with a gentle smileânothing like the cold, distant woman sheâd become, but the Irene from years ago, the one I had fallen in love with."Is Lily being naughty again, making Daddy upset?" she teased gently, her laughter warm and light. "Of course not!" Lily puffed out her cheeks in protest. "Iâm helping Daddy! I love Daddy the most. How could I make him upset?" My tears flowed harder as I
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 6
"I'm sorry, Lily... Iâm so sorry..." Irene murmured, her voice trembling as she cradled the doll. I watched her coldly, unmoved by her display of remorse. From the day I met Irene, she had always been carefree and straightforward, typically wearing simple business suits. When did she start wearing these extravagant dresses? Even she probably hadnât noticed. It began after she reconnected with Robert. She started paying meticulous attention to her appearance, spending more and more time in front of the mirror each day. Back then, Lily would imitate her, admiring herself in the mirror, twirling around in her own little dresses. She begged me to buy her several princess dresses. "Mommy, Mommy, look! I have a pretty dress too!" she exclaimed one day, running excitedly toward Irene, who was preparing to leave. But Lily, being frail, grew dizzy and stumbled, spilling juice onto Ireneâs expensive dress. "Lily Gunner! How many times have I told you to be careful? Youâre always
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 5
Hearing this, Ireneâs face turned deathly pale. "Impossible! How can this be? Why didnât anyone tell me?" Her voice rose hysterically, as though she were demanding answers from both the assistant and herself. On the other end, the assistant stammered nervously, trying to explain, "Youâve been at the hospital the past few daysâĶ we assumed you already knewâ" Before the assistant could finish, Irene hung up abruptly, unable to listen any longer. Yes, she had been at the hospital. But what had she been doing there? She was with someone elseâs daughter. She hadnât even realized her own child was gone. Ireneâs movements were stiff as she slowly turned her head. Her eyes flickered uncertainly before finally settling on the urn lying on the floor. Her voice came out hoarse, trembling as she asked, "IsâĶ is this Lily?" "Get away!" I roared, shoving her aside as I grabbed the urn, clutching it tightly while retreating step by step. Seeing my reaction, the horror of her act
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 4
"Iâll give you a hintâitâs Mr. Hubert Gunner... You should go and beg him," the voice on the phone said. As soon as the call ended, Robert dropped to his knees before me with a loud thud. "Hubert, this is all my fault! I never should have come between you and Irene. If youâre angry, take it out on me. But please, donât make Yuki pay the price!"He clasped his hands together, pleading. "Iâll do whatever you want, just donât make this harder for Yuki. Sheâs my only daughter!" I didnât respond. My hands moved mechanically as I continued gathering Lilyâs ashes from the floor, piece by piece. "Hubert! Robert is talking to you. Are you even listening?" Irene shouted, her voice sharp with frustration. "How can you be so heartless? Misunderstanding my relationship with Robert is one thing, but now youâre taking it out on a child? Are you even human?" Her scolding was endless, but I tuned her out entirely. I carefully cradled the ashes in my hands, my mind consumed by thoughts of
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 3
"Today, as long as I'm here, no one will slander my daughter!" My hands tightened instinctively as I clutched the urn close to my chest. Robertâs sharp eyes caught my movement. His gaze flicked to the urn and locked onto the Elsa doll perched on top. "Irene, look! Thatâs the doll!" he shouted. Ireneâs face lit up with triumph, her voice icy as she said, "Caught red-handed. Are you still going to deny it?" She reached out to grab the doll from my hands. I instinctively cradled the urn closer, shielding it, but to them, my actions looked like guilt. With a cold scoff, Irene gestured to Robert, and together, they lunged at me, prying my fingers apart. "No! Donât!" I screamed, trying desperately to protect my daughterâs urn, but their combined force was too much. With a loud crash, the urn hit the ground. Ashes scattered everywhere. I fell to my knees in despair, reaching out helplessly. "What is this? Why is it so filthy?" Robert recoiled, covering his nose in disg
My Wife Sent Our Daughter to a Haunted House   Chapter 2
I fell in love with Irene during our university years. Back then, she was burdened with an enormous debt of sixty thousand dollars left behind by her parents. She spent her days hiding in a small rented room, surviving on nothing but boiled cabbage. I used my scholarship money and part-time job savings to help her, and together, we paid off the debt over three years. After graduation, we both landed jobs at prestigious companies thanks to our excellent academic performance. A year into our careers, I bought an engagement ring, prepared our new home, and proposed to her. Irene was moved to tears, and shortly after we got married, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Irene put a lot of thought into naming our daughter, poring over dictionaries for the perfect choice. She would often curl up in my arms, reciting the names she had picked out for the baby in her belly. I teased her for being overly sentimental, but she just smiled and said it was only the beginning. She dreamed
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