With that, I wiped away my tears and left for the hospital.

My daughter lay in the mortuary, her face pale and body cold. I held her and cried, my heart breaking. My sweet daughter was gone, leaving me forever on this stormy day.

With a heavy heart, I had her cremated.

As I walked out with her urn, Stanley's phone was still unreachable. Since the incident at his office, he had blocked me.

In the past three days, I had found a burial plot for our daughter. I gathered her belongings to take to the cemetery.

Stanley finally came home, reeking of women's perfume. He glanced at me indifferently...