When My Daughter Needed Him Most
Language: en
My daughter's life was hanging by a thread. I knelt on the ground, clutching at my husband Lucas's pant leg. But he shielded his first love beside him, looking down at me with cold eyes. "She just lost a bit of blood. Winona's been traumatized because of Sweetie—her situation is more urgent." Later, he personally blocked every way out, letting our child grow cold bit by bit. I signed the divorce papers with a smile and disappeared without a trace. Three years later, he searched the entire city, red-eyed as he cornered me outside my newly opened gallery. "Vivian, I was wrong. Our…