After My Daughter Died, I Started to Take RevengeChapter 1
It was my daughter's birthday, and my husband took her out to play.
I prepared a large table of food, waiting for them to return, but instead, I received news that Anna Perry had an accident.
When I arrived at the scene, I saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face partially eaten away.
She cried, "Dad let me walk the dog, but I lost it. Mom, help me find the dog."
Her consciousness was fading, but she kept calling out for her dad.
When I found my husband, he was with his first love.
He stoked the injured dog, saying, "Anna couldn't even walk a dog properly. She's so useless."
Anna's body, now unrecognizable, was lying alone in the funeral home.
Even in her final moments, she cried out for her dad repeatedly.
But Eugene Perry never showed up before she passed.
Anna's death shattered my last bit of perseverance and hope.
It was time to end my five-year marriage with Eugene.
I drafted the divorce papers, printed them out, signed them, and prepared to take Anna's belongings to the funeral home.
Eugene returned home and looked around, but there were no signs of Anna.