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My daughter achieved an impressive 1570 on her SAT exam.
That same day, my spouse took her to enjoy some time at the water park.
In the evening, she phoned me at my workplace. She informed me that my husband had received a call from a woman during their return journey and left her at a roadside intersection.
I urged her to leave the highway immediately, but just as I finished speaking, I heard a terrifying sound of impact.
A truck had collided with my daughter.
At the medical center, the physician explained she had sustained a critical head trauma, and only Dr. Stewart, the second-in-command at Center Hospital, could carry out the necessary operation.
Dr. Stewart happens to be my husband.
After numerous attempts, he finally answered his phone.
"Our child has been in a terrible accident, please come and help her," I begged.
"Have you lost your mind? You've invented this accident story just to get me back," he accused.
"Aiden, hurry over here," I heard the voice of Maria, his former sweetheart, in the background.
He ended the call abruptly.
When I tried calling again, his phone was switched off.

Betrayed Husband Chooses Mistress Over Dying Daughter's Life

"It's time for you to leave now that you've seen it," I said coldly.


"Can't we make amends? My life is miserable without you."


"Mr. Stewart, watch your language. I'm no longer your spouse."


"Clare, this past year has been torture. I've regretted my actions every single day. Whenever someone came to the door, I hoped it was you. You're the most important woman in my life. Please, give our relationship another try. Let's get married again. I promise I'll never hurt you again," Aiden pleaded desperately.


"What's gone can't be recovered, and what returns is never the same. There's no 'us' anymore. Mr. Stewart, please go and let's not cross paths again. Don't come here anymore. My daughter is resting in peace, and your presence brings back painful memories. You left her at a roadside and weren't there when she needed you most."


I heard him sobbing uncontrollably behind me.


I didn't turn back—he didn't deserve any sympathy.


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