In the emotional gamble, I lost completely. I never truly entered her heart. To her, I was just a fallback, a compromise. After we got married, Sherry never worked, but she was always busy. Busy with beauty treatments, busy with playing cards, busy attending socialite events ...
Except for the year she gave birth to Tania, she calmed down a little. After Tania was born, she barely fulfilled any of her motherly duties.
Tania never had breast milk because Sherry needed to do physical therapy and maintain her figure. From her birth until now, I was the one who raised Tania. Sherry only played with her occasionally when she felt like it.
This time, I couldn't avoid a business trip and Sherry had promised me that she would take good care of Tania, that she would take her out to celebrate Children's Day.
But she cruelly abandoned her daughter to meet Colin. How lonely and desperate must Tania have been when she died! I held Tania's cold little hand and wept bitterly.
My sweet daughter, Tania. She was so nice, so obedient and so sensible. How could she have died?