My wife Maria attended her first love's birthday party, leaving her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter alone at home.

The door was unlocked.

Our daughter Stella cried for Maria and went out alone, but was hit by a speeding truck and passed away.

When I saw Stella's dead body in the hospital, I felt heartbroken.

Unexpectedly, Maria said drunkenly, "It's okay, we still have a chance to have children in the future, don't disturb my party with him."

I was so angry that I slapped her in the face.

"Maria, are you sure you're Stella's biological mother?"

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After three years of marriage, Maria and I had a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter.

Stella was our only child and my spiritual support after getting off work every day.

She had always been my sweetheart, until today when the hospital sent me a message saying that Stella had died!

My heart was even colder than the words.

The moment I saw the news, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave and rushed to the hospital without looking back.

On the way, I sent a message to Maria, asking her to rush to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, she seemed to be drunk, and said groggily, "It's okay, we still have a chance to have children in the future, don't disturb my party with him."

I knew who she referred to.

It was Logan, who had been pursued by her throughout college.

My fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound. I suppressed my anger and called her, but to my surprise, she had decisively turned off her phone.

My wife, Maria!

When our child died, she was still attending Logan's birthday party!

My hands were shaking, but I rushed to the hospital holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

I believed it was fake and Stella was fine!

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

But the moment I saw the body in the morgue, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave. I said, "Stella?"

I lowered my head and stroked her hair, but he could no longer open her eyes.

This couldn't be true!

My heart was broken and tears welled up in my eyes.

I felt like the most important thing in my life was gone and would never come back.

When Maria came to the hospital, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, when it was already eleven hours after Stella's death.

She looked at me leaning back in my chair and smelled of alcohol.

"What's wrong? What happened to Stella? Why don't you hurry up and call her out? I have to help Logan clean up. He can't handle it alone."

It was Logan again!

She didn't even know that her daughter was dead!

I was so angry that I slapped her in the face.

"Maria, are you sure you are Stella's biological mother?"

The nurse heard me and came over, trying to separate me from her. "What's wrong with you? You can't quarrel here!"

My bloodshot eyes stared at Maria.

From beginning to end, Maria seemed to be unaware of what had happened.

"Lucas! That's enough! I know it was wrong of me to go to Logan's birthday party without telling you, but this was my own decision and has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that I was still furious, the doctors were also afraid that I would lose control and beat her to death, so they quickly joined forces to pull me away.

"Madam, are you Stella Morgan's relative?"

Maria heard the news of Stella's death in a daze, her face kept changing, and I had no idea what she was thinking.

Soon, her cell phone rang.

She was talking on the phone with Logan again.

Even though Stella died, she still cared about other people's affairs.

That was our only child!

When I got home, my mother, who came from my hometown, was already cooking.

"You guys are back? Try this soup. I made it for the whole afternoon. If it tastes good, I'll bring it to Stella. She's still young and is growing up..."

I took it and accidentally broke the soup bowl in my hand.

"Lucas, what's wrong with you?" My mother looked confused.

My eyes were red, and I really couldn't bear to tell my mother the truth.

Not only my mother but all six people in our families like Stella very much. She was our treasure.

But Maria didn't care.

On the way back, she still took a detour to look for Logan.

She was so cruel, but she truly loved Logan.

I wiped my face hard, pulled my mother into the room, and told her the truth.

Sooner or later she would know about this.

"I didn't agree to your marriage from the beginning! She is dominating and selfish, and you just don't believe me! You finally had a child after three years. My granddaughter, but she is now..."

My mother was so distraught that she covered her face crying, and fainted because of suffocation.

I took her to the hospital immediately.

Lying on the hospital bed, my mother spoke in regret after waking up.

"I could tell at the beginning that she was sure that you couldn't leave her!

"Will you die if you leave her?

"I am going to be pissed off by you to death!"

Indeed, Maria was sure that I loved her deeply.

She knew I only loved her in this life.

If I wasn't the only child in the family, my parents would have cut off all ties with me because of her.

My mother cried so much that she almost suffocated.

"You have to give me a definite answer today.

"You must divorce her!"

Maria and I were college classmates. She was the most beautiful girl in our class. She pursued Logan for four years, and I also pursued her for four years.

When she was rejected by Logan, she would always come to me for comfort. I thought my sincerity could move her in the end.

The fact was, she agreed to be with me after graduation.

We got married soon, but she never posted anything about me online.

She said she didn't like to be too high-profile.

"Marriage is a very private matter. As long as we live a good life, that's fine. What do you think?"

"I'll listen to you."

To make her happy, I suppressed my joy and kept our relationship in secret.

It was not until she gave birth to Stella that our lives began to become promising.

After we got married, did laundry, cooking, and housework after getting off from work, and never let her worry about anything.

As long as I looked at Stella's happy smiling face, I was very satisfied.

She could focus on her career and was promoted from an unknown salesperson to deputy manager in just one and a half years.

An internal competition for the marketing manager position was about to happen, but she resigned.

Because Logan came back from abroad.

I didn't know how Logan convinced her to resign.

Yesterday, I was busy working overtime, so I asked her, who had just quit her job, to stay at home and take good care of Stella.

Unexpectedly, she went to the party anyway.

I didn't know why I married her. Over the past three years, she had been completely obedient to me, and I thought she was finally moved by me.

But I didn't expect that a sharp sword was about to stab me and my mother.

I took a last look at Maria's WhatsApp, then looked at my mother who was crying.

During these three years, it was my willfulness that made my mother suffer.

A forced relationship would only make people suffer.

It took me three years and I paid a heavy price to understand this truth.

And it was time for me to let go.