My Daughter’s Funeral, My Husband’s Regret
Language: en
On my daughter’s fifth birthday, my husband turned her party into a welcome-home bash for his precious ex. I stood there, clutching the birthday cake, and looked at Ethan Reed. He only frowned, his voice dripping with impatience. "We can celebrate Lily’s birthday another day, Chloe. Stop throwing a tantrum over nothing." Just then, our five-year-old daughter, Lily, walked through the door. I opened my mouth to comfort her, but Hailey Miller beat me to it. She knelt down, grabbed Lily’s hands, and smiled sweetly. "Hey sweetie, I brought a special gift just for you. It's in your…