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On the day my wife officially announced her relationship with her eleventh young boyfriend, our daughter, left alone at home, fell from the balcony.
On her deathbed, our daughter expressed her wish to see her mom one last time.
During a live TV broadcast, Harlow laughed derisively when she received my call.
"Fitch, since when did you learn to use such cheap tactics for attention?"
"You think using our daughter as an excuse will make me come back to see you? Let me tell you, doing this only makes me find you more disgusting!"
The call ended abruptly. The light in our daughter's eyes shattered and disappeared, her forced vitality rapidly fading.
With a beep, the monitor's ECG flatlined into an unwavering straight line.
My heart ached so much that I fainted. When I came to, I saw my mother-in-law, Delia, who had rushed back from abroad.
Meeting her guilt-ridden gaze, I spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, but I can't continue to fulfill the contract. Please let me go."

Daughter's Life Hangs In the Balance, Wanting to See Her One Last Time

The colder I acted, the more attentive Harlow became towards me, and the more she resisted throwing herself at Zoran.


One day after Harlow left for work, Zoran intercepted me on the second floor.


"You've been gone for five years. Why did you come back?"


"None of your business," I said as I tried to walk past him.


But he grabbed my arm. "You think Harlow actually likes you? You suddenly left for five years, she's just excited by the novelty of your return."


Zoran said smugly, "Let me tell you, five years ago Harlow said she wanted to divorce you and marry me. If Aunt Frost hadn't suddenly fallen ill, Harlow and I would be married by now."


Harlow had told every boyfriend she'd divorce me and marry them instead.


I gave Zoran a sympathetic look, not bothering to shatter his delusions.


I shook off his hand to leave, but he suddenly sneered, "You're so confident. Want to test who Harlow really cares about?"


Chapter 8