Love Surges Like Tides, Pain Cuts Like Wind

The daughter of his first lover had a severe allergic reaction to the apple pie I made and was rushed to the hospital.

After finding out, my husband Leonard Sutton summoned me and our daughter to the hospital in the middle of the night.

In front of all the other patients' families, he had someone pin me down in front of the vomit-stained apple pie.

"If you finish eating this filthy thing you made, I’ll let go of what Sally and her daughter suffered tonight."

I refused.

Leonard leisurely lit a cigarette, then reached out and fed a peeled shrimp to our daughter, who was allergic to seafood.

Our three-year-old daughter didn’t understand what an allergy was. She only knew that the father who usually disliked her was suddenly peeling food and feeding her personally.

Delighted, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the shrimp without any suspicion.

Very soon, red rashes spread all over her body, her lips and tongue swelled up and her eyes rolled back as she collapsed in Leonard’s arms, dry heaving non-stop. She even lost control of her bladder and bowels.

As I watched my daughter slipping into anaphylactic shock, I tearfully begged Leonard to let the doctors give her emergency treatment. But he stepped back in disgust, letting our daughter fall helplessly into her own waste.

“Now you know what heartache feels like? Do you have any idea how much Sally suffered when her daughter had a severe allergic reaction from eating your apple pie? Mary, how can you be so vicious? It was my mistake. I never should’ve agreed to let you marry into the Sutton Family in Sally’s place, bringing your child along!”

His words sent a chill through my entire body.

“Don’t you want to save your daughter? Then hurry up and eat. Once you finish, I’ll let the doctors give her emergency treatment.”

That night, I fought back my nausea and licked the filth off the floor in front of everyone like a dog.

My daughter barely survived. She was rushed into emergency surgery, fighting for her life.

For half a month straight, I waited outside the operating room again and again. My tears had long dried up and my heart felt desolate.

During that time, Leonard never came, not even once. Ever since Sally’s daughter was discharged from the hospital, he had taken the mother and daughter abroad for a vacation.

Later, I left the marriage with nothing but my daughter, who had just escaped death.

"I will return the position of Mrs. Sutton to Sally, along with Leonard himself.

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Four million to buy out my marriage with Leonard, after that, your beloved daughter could proudly be a part of the Sutton Family with her illegitimate child. Quite a deal, isn’t it?"

I said as I stood by the hospital room window, looking down at the happy family of three below, my eyes devoid of emotion.

My mother sitting across from me trembled slightly, accidentally adding an extra zero to the check.

I reached out and took the check, some of the gloom in my heart lifted. That forty million wasn’t just buying out a failed marriage; it was severing the mistaken blood ties between me and my family, the Yale Family.

My mother shot me a glare, clearly disgusted by how easily I accepted the money.

"Your father and I have never lacked in providing for you, but you’ve always been so low-class. No wonder you’re not as likable as Sally. And, Kylie is not an illegitimate child. She’s Sally’s daughter, the precious treasure of our Yale Family."

I curled my lips into a mocking smile, ignored her words, picked up my daughter and turned to leave.

"Leonard blocked my number. I can’t reach him for now. But at the latest, during the Sutton Family banquet this Saturday, I’ll make sure he signs the divorce papers."

As I walked out of the hospital, a chill ran through me.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a new post from Sally on her Instagram feed.

"Love is the reward for the brave. Three years ago, I wasn't brave enough and let you go. Fortunately, three years later, I found the courage and you were still waiting."

The photo she posted showed her and her daughter taking a cheek-to-cheek selfie with Leonard.

In my arms, my daughter weakly lifted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

“Mommy, why can Auntie Sally and Kylie take such pretty close-up pictures with Daddy? Didn’t Daddy say he hated taking photos the most?”