After Our Daughter's Death, My Wife Was Severely Criticized Online

My wife was busy filming on set and said our daughter was delaying her work, so she asked me to come pick her up.

I dropped everything and rushed over, but I arrived too late. I could only watch in horror as a car struck my daughter, sending her flying through the air.

When we got to the hospital, the doctors declared her dead on arrival.

I knelt there, holding my daughter's lifeless body, pleading with the doctors for a miracle. Meanwhile, my wife's ex-boyfriend posted on Instagram, "I always knew I was your number one. No one else matters as much!"

Even after our daughter was laid to rest, my wife insisted on digging up her ashes to make room for her dog.

"Whose ashes are these? How dare they take up space that belongs to my dog!"

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On the day of our daughter's burial, it poured rain.

After the final handful of dirt was placed on her grave, I sent a message to Sophie, "Let's get a divorce!"

We were burying our daughter, Emma Johnson—affectionately called Emma, but Sophie often preferred to call her by her full name.

Sophie didn't love me and rarely shared her affection with Emma.

Sophie and I were college classmates at the local film academy, but while she studied acting, I focused on directing and screenwriting.

During our university years, Sophie frequently graced the covers of entertainment magazines due to her beauty. She later gained widespread acclaim for a solo dance performance in the desert, hailed by the media as "the only jasmine blooming in the vast sands."

Of course, her most publicized relationship was with the wealthy heir Ethan Hunter.

They met at a glamorous industry event, where she was captivated by his handsome demeanor, and he was drawn to her ethereal beauty.

From that moment on, she became his muse, and he transformed from a carefree playboy into a devoted partner. They unabashedly displayed their affection in front of cameras, showcasing their love to the world.

However, this extravagant display eventually caught the attention of Ethan's family.

He was soon arranged to be set up with another woman and engaged in a lavish ceremony.

During that tumultuous time, Sophie fell into despair, failing several mandatory courses at the end of the semester and spending her days drowning her sorrows in bars.

It was then that I stepped in as her senior, giving her a stern talking-to and urging her to return to school.

Though she resisted at first, she eventually returned.

From that point on, our relationship grew closer but remained platonic—friends but never lovers—until Ethan's wedding invitation arrived in Sophie's hands.

Tears mixed with raindrops streamed down her face as she looked at me and said, "Kyle, I know you've always had feelings for me. Let's get married!"

At twenty-two, we entered into marriage.

Given her celebrity status, our wedding was a secret affair—something I completely understood.

By twenty-six, Sophie had given birth to Emma.

But just after her postpartum recovery, she rushed back to filming.

At that moment, my phone buzzed with two messages.

"Kyle, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to sabotage my work?"

"Just take care of yourself and Emma; I'll come home when I can."

As I stared blankly at her texts, I heard a familiar voice nearby.

"Ethan, don't be sad. Even though the baby is gone, you still have me by your side."

A young woman in a flowing white dress approached, intertwining her delicate fingers with Ethan's arm as they walked together.

He held a cardboard box containing a small white Pomeranian puppy with its eyes closed.

It was unmistakably my wife Sophie with her first love Ethan.

Ethan looked heartbroken, "Sophie, knowing that our baby had such a wonderful mother like you to take care of its affairs is the greatest comfort."

To anyone unaware of the situation, it would seem she was referring to Emma as "the baby."

Sophie cared far more for that puppy than she ever did for Emma.

She would splurge on premium dog food and toys whenever she traveled abroad while dressing Emma in cheap clothes from street vendors. "Children don't need anything extravagant; they shouldn't be spoiled at such a young age!" she would say.

She missed every one of Emma's birthdays and parent-teacher meetings and would dismiss Emma whenever she tried to follow in her footsteps.

Sophie continued to console Ethan until our eyes locked across Emma's grave.