After My Daughter Died, I Started to Take Revenge

It was my daughter's birthday, and my husband took her out to play.

I prepared a large table of food, waiting for them to return, but instead, I received news that Anna Perry had an accident.

When I arrived at the scene, I saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face partially eaten away.

She cried, "Dad let me walk the dog, but I lost it. Mom, help me find the dog."

Her consciousness was fading, but she kept calling out for her dad.

When I found my husband, he was with his first love.

He stoked the injured dog, saying, "Anna couldn't even walk a dog properly. She's so useless."

Anna's body, now unrecognizable, was lying alone in the funeral home.

Even in her final moments, she cried out for her dad repeatedly.

But Eugene Perry never showed up before she passed.

Anna's death shattered my last bit of perseverance and hope.

It was time to end my five-year marriage with Eugene.

I drafted the divorce papers, printed them out, signed them, and prepared to take Anna's belongings to the funeral home.

Eugene returned home and looked around, but there were no signs of Anna.

His gaze fell on me, and he said coldly, "What kind of mother are you? You couldn't even teach Anna properly. Look at her, such a useless girl. She can't even walk a dog. What can we expect from her?"

I felt a pang in my heart.

Thankfully, Anna didn't have a chance to hear this. It would have broken her heart.

Eugene approached, with hickeys on his neck and a strong scent of perfume on him.

I covered my nose, feeling waves of nausea.

He saw the divorce papers on the coffee table and frowned with displeasure.

"Instead of wasting time on divorce, why can't you manage Anna properly? If you can't do it, I will. Where is she? After causing trouble, she hides. She almost lost Jessica's dog. Do you know how important that dog is?" he said.

"You never fulfilled your duties as a father from the day Anna was born. And now you dare to act like a father? Do you even deserve that title?" I snapped.

The anger that had been building inside me erupted.

I threw the divorce papers at him. "Sign it. From now on, Anna and I have nothing to do with you."

Eugene angrily threw the divorce papers back at my face and kicked the coffee table.

"Are you done? Even if she's dead, I'm still her dad. Who else has the right to discipline her if not me?

"Laura Thompson, don't try to threaten me with divorce. It won't work," he sulked.

Hearing him mention Anna's death made it hard for me to breathe.

I clutched my chest, taking deep breaths, and then started dry heaving.

Eugene frowned. "What kind of trick are you pulling?"

I couldn't hold back any longer. My eyes red, I yelled at him, "Anna is only three years old. How could you let her walk a large hunting dog alone? Do you know that she..."

I couldn't finish my words.

Eugene cut me off. "What's the big deal? Kids need to be toughened up. You spoil Anna too much.

"Get Anna out here and call Jessica to apologize. That dog you mentioned is like family to her."

My face was flushed with anger, but my veins bulged. "Anna did nothing wrong!"

Eugene threw the half-eaten mango cake he brought into the trash.

"Jessica told me not to blame her and gave her a cake. You and Anna are just taking advantage of Jessica's kindness," he said.

Anna was three years old, but he didn't even know she was allergic to mangoes.

I took the cake out of the trash and stomped on it. "Don't bring this garbage to disgust Anna."

In all the time I'd known Eugene, I rarely confronted him like this.

I grabbed the suitcase with Anna's belongings and started to leave.

Eugene was furious. "If you leave now, don't ever come back."

He thought this was just a way for me to get his attention, but this time, it was truly over between us.