My Wife Locked Our Daughter In The Car To Go On A Date With Her First Love

On Children's Day, my wife Laila, who was supposed to take our daughter Taliah to the amusement park, left her alone in the car.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature inside the car soared, and after drinking all three bottles of water in the car, Taliah suffocated to death.

While I was away on a business trip, I received a phone call and desperately rushed back home, but I still didn't get to see Taliah for the last time.

I held Taliah's lifeless body and broke down crying.

I didn't understand why Taliah, who was happily going out with Laila in the morning, ended up being left alone in the car.

And why did Laila, who should have been with Taliah, disappear?

Just as I was about to call the police, I saw a video on Instagram posted by her first love.

[Because of you, I feel the happiness of home!]

In the video, a little boy was hugging my wife and sweetly calling her "Mommy"!

That was her first love's son, who was the same age as my daughter Taliah!

I felt a mix of sadness and anger, trembling as I sent her a message questioning.

[Is this your reason for abandoning Taliah?]

The next day, she replied to me nonchalantly.

[Taliah has always been introverted and likes to be alone, what's the problem?]

[But they are different, they can't live without a woman taking care of them!]

***

"Laila, let's get a divorce!"

The unwavering love I once had for Laila vanished in an instant.

She used to be a ray of light in my young life.

Back when I had just transferred to her school, I stuttered when I spoke and had no one to play with or be friends with.

During a seating arrangement change, no one wanted to sit with me.

With her hair tied up in a high ponytail, she confidently walked over and sat next to me, extending her hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you!"

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Laila Gibson."

From that moment on, she lived in my heart.

This was a secret love that lasted for several years. I, who was originally a good student, purposely got a similar grade to hers to be closer to her.

My wish came true when we both got accepted into the same university.

However, she quickly fell in love with Yael Johnson.

They were a perfect match, both talented and beautiful.

I could only bury my secret love, and those days became a dark abyss without a glimpse of light for me.

After graduation, Yael chose to go abroad, and Laila experienced heartbreak.

She wore heavy makeup every day and drowned her sorrows in nightclubs.

Worried that something might happen to her, I silently followed behind her, ensuring she safely returned home every day.

Until one day, she stared at me with hazy eyes, lost in thought.

"Victor, do you like me?

"Shall we get married?"

I thought that over time, she had finally seen my dedication and intense love for her, so I happily agreed.

In seven years of our marriage, I had always obeyed her and was willing to sacrifice everything for her.

But now I realized that I was just a compromise.

I never truly got into her heart, and she never saw me for who I was.

She would complain about being tired, but it was me who took care of Taliah's every need, including changing diapers and cleaning up.

Meanwhile, she only focused on dressing up herself beautifully every day and occasionally playing with Taliah when she felt like it.

I really couldn't avoid this business trip, and Laila also promised to take Taliah to the amusement park to celebrate Children's Day.

However, she left Taliah locked in the car while she went to spend time with Yael and his son.

I couldn't imagine how painful and desperate Taliah felt when she died.

There was not a drop of water left in the car, only three empty bottles. The car windows were covered in her handprints from her desperate attempts to escape, and there were marks of her struggle on the seats and backrests.

When the window was broken, she had a pale face, drenched in sweat.

I held her already cold body and cried out in pain.

My Taliah.

She is so well-behaved and sensible.

How could she be gone?

"Taliah, I'm sorry. It's my fault for coming back late..."

I knelt in front of Taliah's lifeless body the entire night, torturing myself by listening to the voice recordings on the car's dashcam repeatedly.