I Stripped My Ex of Everything Novel – My husband let our daughter die for his ex. While our daughter is in danger, I begged my husband Dugan for help, but he refused and scolded me. Worse, he froze the emergency credit card I’d set up. “Using the child as an excuse to scam money and trying to turn this into joint debt? Don’t you fear karma?” Our daughter was hanging on by a thread.
All she wanted was to see her dad. But he replied coldly, “Joanna’s the only daughter I’ve ever cared about. Anyone else’s death doesn’t concern me.” What he didn’t know was that the one dying in despair was Joanna, the daughter he had with his ex wife Alicia Arbuckle. *** “Evita Crocker, I should’ve never married you.
“Let this be a lesson. As long as you know your place, I won’t divorce you for no reason.” Dugan said condescendingly, not even sparing me a glance. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm and stared at him numbly. “The night before last, the hospital called. Our daughter is dead.” Before Dugan married me, he knocked up his ex-girlfriend Alicia.
After giving birth to a girl, she walked out on them. Dugan raised their daughter, Joanna, alone for five years, giving her everything she wanted. Yet when it came to the daughter I bore him, he was always distant. Dugan’s tone grew even harsher. “First you tried to turn Joanna against Alicia, and now you’re lying for money.
With a mother like you, our daughter would be better off dead.” I snapped. Grabbing his shirt, I accused him, “Why won’t you believe me? She’s your daughter! She could have survived! You killed her!” In my fury, I began hitting him. Then Alicia shoved me aside and stepped between us. After two days without a mouthful of food or water, I felt like the world was spinning.
Joanna wasn’t my biological daughter, but after eight years together, we were closer than most real mothers and daughters. A month ago, Alicia suddenly showed up at our door, trying to stir up trouble. Joanna stood up for me and made her leave. Then she held me tight and cried, telling me she wouldn’t let anyone hurt me and that I was her only true mother.
But Dugan accused me of driving a wedge between Joanna and Alicia. He cut off my card, bought Alicia a villa, and just moved out to live with her. He frowned in disgust, spatting, “Don’t waste my time with this pathetic act. “Joanna’s the only daughter I’ve ever cared about. Anyone else’s death doesn’t concern me.” For eight years, I took good care of him, Joanna, and our little girl, Loretta.
Before Alicia came back, Dugan and I at least treated each other with basic respect and hadn’t fought once. Tears streaming down my face, I forced myself to stay calm and looked at both of them. “But the one who died was your dear Joanna!”