Love Story3–Chapter 1 

On a stormy day, my husband made our five year old daughter go out and buy anti Inflammatory medicine for his “white moonlight’s” dog. The rain was pouring, and she was hit by a car, thrown through the air. By the time I rushed to the hospital, my daughter was barely clinging to life. [] 

“Mom… L… I broke the medicine Dad wanted. I’m… not a good girl…” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she passed away. In her tiny hand, she still clutched the shattered pieces of the medicine bottle. 

I 

I held my daughter’s lifeless body, collapsing in sobs.] 

At the same time, my husband’s “white moonlight” posted on Instagram: 

“Son Dobby hurt his left leg. You braved the storm to get medicine. Happiness is because of your” 

The picture was of the two of them sweetly holding a dog with a bow on its left leg. 

I felt like I had fallen into an ice–cold abyss. I sent a screenshot to my husband and asked, 

“This is why you made our daughter go out in the storm to buy medicine?” [] 

He didn’t call until the next day, after our daughter had already died. 

Before I could speak, he angrily scolded, 

“I told Lily to get the medicine, and she went to you instead! If Dobby’s leg ends up crippled, I’ll break hers when I get home.” 

C