All Chapters of My Husband Chose Adoptive Daughter, I Left: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

A month ago, my father was accidentally hit by a car and left in a vegetative state.When I heard the news, I nearly passed out. I lost my mother when I was young, so my father was the one who raised me. When I finally came to, my husband, Damien, was holding my hand tightly."I’ve got this, babe," he promised, gripping my hand. "I swear I’m going to find the bastard who did this to your dad and make them pay."But in the end, the case was closed because there were no surveillance cameras at the accident site.However, when I went to the hospital to visit, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Damien and his assistant."Boss, I don't get it. Why block the craniotomy?" the assistant asked, sounding confused. "The doctors say there’s a high chance he could recover. Why are you insisting on conservative treatment?""He can't wake up," Damien’s voice was suppressed with pain. "He saw Lily's face."I clamped my hand over my mouth, my fingernails digging deep into my flesh.Lily is

Damien looked like I’d physically slapped him when I dropped the D-word. A flash of hurt crossed his eyes before he quickly masked it.He waved a hand, signaling a maid to take Lily away, then followed me into the walk-in closet."Honey, look, I know you're grieving your dad, and I'm doing everything I can to fix this. I've already contacted a team of specialists abroad. As long as there's even a one percent chance, I won't give up on him."He stepped closer, trying to pull me into a hug. "But you can't take your anger out on the kid just because you're upset, and you certainly shouldn't be throwing the word 'divorce' around. Is our marriage a joke to you? And Lily... she’s just a child who’s starved for affection. The handprint on her face still hasn't faded. Today is her birthday. Can you please just let it go?"He smoothed my hair, his tone shifting from pleading to commanding. "Tonight is Lily's thirteenth birthday party. You are the lady of the house; you have to be there. I know

Damien shoved the officers aside, shielding Lily with his body. "She's thirteen years old! How could she possibly commit murder? This is a setup! I'll sue you for defamation!"The officer didn't blink. He just hit the enter key.A high-definition video started playing on the laptop screen.In the footage, Lily was chewing gum, staring through the windshield at my father, who was crossing the street.Lily didn't hit the brakes. Instead, a twisted, excited grin spread across her face."Die, you old geezer!"She slammed her foot down on the gas pedal.The video ended. Dead silence.Damien's face went white instantly, as if drained of blood. He looked down at his "sweet, innocent" daughter, trembling."This... this is impossible... Lily, you said it was dark, that you didn't see him... You said it was an accident! Tell me that wasn't real!"Lily panicked. She hadn't expected the dashcam footage to be recovered. She grabbed Damien's clothes, crying crocodile tears."Daddy, help me! It's Ari

I snapped my eyes open. Instead of a moldy, leaking ceiling, I was staring up at a priceless crystal chandelier."You're awake?" A deep, magnetic male voice resonated right next to me.I scrambled back, curling into a defensive ball and grabbing a pillow as a shield. "Stay back! Don't touch me!"A large, strong hand gently pinned my wrist. "Aria, it's okay. Don't be afraid."I turned to look at him, my body tense. "Who are you? Why did you save me?"Instead of answering, he picked up a remote and clicked it. A massive screen on the wall lit up. It showed a sterile, high-tech ICU. In the center of all the machinery lay a thin old man. He was hooked up to tubes, but he had color in his cheeks, and his chest was rising and falling rhythmically."Dad!!" I rushed to the screen, my trembling fingers tracing his familiar face as tears streamed down my cheeks."He's in the top VIP suite at the University Hospital of Zurich," the man said from behind me, his voice steady. "The world's best neur

Six months later.After months of tireless treatment by the world's top neurology team, the rhythm of my father's heart monitor suddenly changed to a rapid, urgent beeping."Dad? Dad! Can you hear me?" I threw myself at the bedside, my voice trembling and off-key, tears instantly blurring my vision.My father's eyelids fluttered violently, as if he were fighting a life-or-death battle against a heavy nightmare. Finally, his cloudy eyes snapped open, his pupils filled with terror.He opened his dry, cracked lips and used every ounce of his remaining strength to grip my wrist, his fingernails digging into my flesh."Aria... run... run away... Damien and his adopted daughter... don't let them near you..."The first thing my father did upon waking wasn't to cry out in pain or ask for water. Even after sleeping for six months, protecting his daughter was an instinct carved into his bones.My heart felt like it was being sliced open. I pressed his hand against my tear-stained face and choked