It was our daughter Jolin's birthday that day. My husband Fitch Watson had promised to pick her up from school and take her to the amusement park, while I stayed home due to a high fever.

Half-asleep, I received a message from Fitch saying he had an urgent matter at work and needed to return to the office. He told me Jolin was waiting at the snack shop and asked me to pick her up.

Frantic, I rushed over.

Seeing Jolin covered in blood blurred my vision with tears.

I couldn't believe such a tragic event had happened to us.

At the same time, my husband's first love, Brynn Baker, posted a WhatsApp status.

“You are my forever first love, it’s so good to have you by my side.”

In the photo, Fitch and Brynn were leaning against each other, gazing at each other affectionately.

Trembling with anger, I took a screenshot and sent it to Fitch, demanding, “Is this your urgent business? Is this the reason you left our five-year-old daughter by the roadside?”

I called him, but he didn't answer.

It wasn't until I had painfully arranged and attended our daughter's funeral that Fitch finally replied.

"Jolin is five years old now; she's an independent child. I left her at the snack shop entrance, which is very safe."

"Fitch, we're getting a divorce!" At that moment, all I had for him was boundless hatred.

Fitch had always been the one I loved. We grew up together, attending the same schools and playing together; we were childhood sweethearts.

Many friends who knew me well were aware that I was his shadow, following him around no matter how much he tried to shake me off.

As we grew older, I carefully stayed by his side under the guise of friendship.

I watched him pursue Brynn, offering him advice and witnessing their relationship, only for Brynn to leave him to go abroad.

I don't know when I fell in love with Fitch, but I remember feeling the pain of a secret crush during the two or three years he was with Brynn. Perhaps that's the torment of unrequited love.

Watching their intense affection, my heart ached.

Later, Brynn broke up with him because she was going abroad. Fitch seemed to lose his soul, wandering around aimlessly.

Clearly, he wasn't prepared for heartbreak.

During this time, I remained by his side.

At a class reunion, I finally mustered the courage to confess, and he accepted.

Our classmates cheered as we embraced tightly.

I had always given my all to Fitch, firmly believing I held an important place in his heart.

I thought Brynn was just a passerby in his life and that I was the one meant to grow old with him.

In the end, I realized it was just my wishful thinking.

To him, I might have been a fallback choice.

He took my devotion for granted, while I constantly tried to please him.

Even after marriage and having a daughter, I didn't dare to disturb him casually.

He always claimed to be too busy to spend time with me, so whether it was illness, prenatal checkups, or giving birth, I faced everything alone.

He said he was working hard to provide a better life for Jolin and me, so I never wanted to bother or burden him.

In this relationship, I became the invisible, humble giver.

For so many years, I never asked for anything, but this time, a severe fever left me bedridden, and I asked him to pick up Jolin from school.

But even then, he chose Brynn over our daughter, leaving Jolin to lose her precious life.

She was only five, with so much beauty yet to experience, and she left us forever.

How helpless and lonely she must have felt when she died.

I knelt at her grave, crying until the last tear drained from my body.

When I finally stood up, dizzy, I saw Fitch and Brynn in the distance, their gestures intimate, with Brynn’s eyes brimming with tears.

“Fitch, our dear son would love it here.”

Their so-called dear son was their pet dog, a Chihuahua named Toby.

Fitch comforted Brynn, whose face was drawn and weary. When Fitch looked up, he noticed me.

“What are you doing here? Are you trying to threaten me? What’s your real motive behind this sudden talk of divorce?” Fitch hurried over, his face full of disdain.

“You know, Nicole, I hate being followed…”

Before he could finish, I interrupted him coldly. “Move aside.”