After Our Child Died My Husband Went Crazy Novel – My daughter died on her thirteenth birthday. I begged my husband to save our drowning daughter, but he refused; because he was worried about his first love’s son’s injured leg. “Charles, please check on Alice. She’s cramping, and I can’t swim,” I pleaded. Charles glared at me, snarling, “Let go! Can’t you hear Minna needs help? And as a doctor, I can’t ignore someone in need.” He glanced at Alice struggling in the water and scoffed, “She’s probably faking it again. That kid would say anything for attention, just like her annoying mother.” With that, Charles stormed off, leaving me in agony. I turned back to where Alice was, seeing her being swept further away by the strong current.
That day, I lost my daughter forever. “Alice, happy thirteenth birthday. Mommy will always love you.” Gently touching her urn, I sang Alice’s favorite lullaby. “Sleep, my child, have a sweet dream.” I called Charles to tell him the news of our daughter’s death. But the phone rang for a long time before it was answered. “Wendy, what’s up?” he sounded impatiently. I heard Minna’s excited voice in the background, “Charles, come over! Loki has grilled some meat for you.” After hearing this, Charles said,“I’m busy. If you have nothing to say, I’m hanging up.
I have nothing more to discuss with you.” My daughter was dead, and he was celebrating Minna’s son’s birthday. My daughter would never have another birthday. “By the way, my father wants you to bring Alice tomorrow for his seventieth birthday celebration. Don’t be late.” Bring Alice, right? I definitely won’t be late. I’ll demand justice for all the grievances we’ve endured in your family over the years. When the door opened, Charles’s father was cheerfully conversing with other wealthy merchants.
Charles saw me alone and asked, puzzled, “Where’s Alice? Where did you hide Alice?” I took Alice’s urn from my bag and placed it in Charles’s hands with a calm smile. “Alice is right here. Don’t you see?” “While you were bandaging Minna’s son’s minor wound, your daughter was waiting for you to save her from the rushing water! I begged you to save her, but you refused!” “You’re such a great doctor and father, aren’t you!”