my cheating husband killed my daughter.

"Answer the phone! Please, answer the phone!"

I kept dialing my husband Aaron Roberts's number, but no one picked up. My daughter's face turned pale, and she began to slip into unconsciousness. "Mommy... Mommy...Am I going to heaven?" Hearing her innocent voice, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I couldn't let this go on. My daughter couldn't leave me. She was so young, so sweet.

I placed her under the umbrella, kissed her face, and dashed into the street, blocking a car. The driver slammed on the brakes, hitting me and knocking me to the ground, swearing, "If you want to die, jump off a bridge!"

In pain, with cold sweat and scrapes all over, I clung to the driver's pants,begging him to save my daughter. "My daughter is having an allergic shock, please take her to the hospital."

The man looked shocked, then deeply sympathetic."Where's your husband? Why isn't he with you in this awful weather? Poor child!"

As he spoke, he picked up my daughter. Her condition was dire, and he ran several red lights to get her to the hospital. Once she was taken into the emergency room I fell to the ground. The man looked worried and urged me to get my wounds treated. I didn't want to leave; I just wanted to stay outside the door for my daughter.But he finally persuaded me. "Your child will be fine! You need to take care of yourself so you can take care of her later. I tried to stand up and only then realized that my knees were badly scraped and bleeding.

The man, seeing my condition, helped me to get my wounds treated. I couldn't help but thank him. Little did I know, I would see my husband here.

A nurse was dressing my wounds. They were deep, and I was in excruciating pain, clutching the man's arm, unable to hold back my groans. To help ease my tension, the nurse suggested I turn my head the other way.

That's when I saw my husband Aaron with my best friend Rita. Aaron was holding Rita's child, Ronnie, with a look of tenderness. He glanced up and saw me, his face first impatient, then angry. He handed Ronnie back to Rita and stormed toward me, while Rita gave me a taunting smile. "what are you trying to do? Rita and I are just friends! Now you're finding a man just to spite me?" Aaron was furious, as if I had committed an unforgivable sin.

Aaron and I had been college classmates, both Rita and I fell for him at first sight. Compared to plain-looking me, he preferred the sexy and beautiful Rita. After Rita went abroad, he had no choice but to choose me.

Last year, Rita got divorced and came back, rebinding their relationship. He even treated Ronnie better than our own daughter. He even forgot that our daughter was allergic to chocolate.

Today, his so-called urgent matter was bringing Ronnie to the hospital with Rita. "Aaron! Our daughter is in the emergency room, you can see for yourself!" Aaron frowned, seemingly weighing the truth of my words. Rita ran over, her face disapproving, "Anna, I know you don't like me, but Ronnie has a fever today, and Aaron is the only friend I have. Even if Aaron missed your daughter's birthday, as a mother, you shouldn't joke about youir daughter's health. If it were me, I would never do something so cruel.I couldn't bear to let my child suffer such a vicious curse!"

Rita, holding her child, exuded maternal love. Behind Aaron's back, she gave me a provocative look. I couldn't hold back anymore and slapped Rita hard. "Am I joking? Am I being unreasonable?" I pointed to the bruises on my knees, and even the man who had helped me spoke up in my defense. Rita, holding her child, threw herself into Aaron's arms, looking pitiful.

Aaron, filled with sympathy, held her tightly and glared at me. "Enough! Stop with these tricks, you shrew!"

"No! You can't leave! As her father, you need to be with your daughter!" I pleaded, but Aaron ignored me, leaving the hospital with Rita. Meanwhile, my daughter's condition worsened. Amid the frantic calls from the doctors, I shakily signed the critical condition notice. During my anxious wait, the man who had brought us to the hospital, William, stayed by my side.

He was truly a good person, far better than Aaron. In just three days, the doctors issued over a dozen critical condition notices. My daughter was separated from me by a wall, her fate unknown. On the fourth day, the doctor came out again. Instinctively, I got up, ready to sign, but noticed the doctor had no papers. I was hopeful and asked,"Doctor,has my daughter passed the critical stage?" The doctor silently shook his head, and my heart sank.

"Go talk to your daughter."