His Belated Love Is Worth Nothing

Chapter 1

As my husband Ryan Davis was heading home to pick up our daughter Mia from school, he suddenly called to say he had something urgent. He left Mia halfway and asked me to pick her up,

Warried that something might happen to Mia, despite having a high fever, I rushed towards her. But unfortunately, I was still too late.

A truck without license plates hit her and fled the scene, resulting in her death.

Holding Mia’s lifeless body, I broke down in tears.

Meanwhile, Ryan’s first love Emma Wilson posted on her social media, “You always appear just when I need you. Grateful to have you around!”

Accompanying the post was a sweet photo of them together.

Shaking, I took a screenshot and sent it to Ryan, asking. “Is this why you left Mia by herself?”

It wasn’t until after our daughter’s cremation and burial that Ryan finally responded, “Mia is six and can manage by herself, but Emma can’t be without me!”

“Ryan, let’s get a divorce.”

I made the painful decision to request a divorce and sent my final message to Ryan before blocking him.

Ryan had been the guiding light in my life for thirty years. We grew up together, attended school together, and everyone knew I’d always followed him.

I stayed around him as his friend. From supporting his pursuits and dating of Emma to witnessing his heartbreaks due to Emma ’s departure, I’d been there every step of the way.

I didn’t recall when I started developing feelings for him, but during his relationship with Emma , I endured the agony of unrequited love.

After Emma left and Ryan was heartbroken.

I confessed my feelings, and we eventually married.

We had known each other since we were five, dated at twenty, married at twenty–six, and welcomed our daughter Mia at twenty–nine. Now, Mia was six.

I had followed Ryan for thirty years. For thirty years, my burning gaze had never left him.

For thirty years, I spent all my precious youth on him.

For thirty years, I gave my all, thinking that one day I would have a place in his heart.

But I was wrong. In his heart, I was just the second–best option.

He had always been the one who was doted by love, while I had gotten used to being humble and making sacrifices.

Even though we were married with a child, I didn’t dare ask too much of him.

He was very busy at work, so I was sensible and never disturbed him. Whether it was illness, a prenatal check up, or even giving birth, I dared not trouble him.

I was afraid that if I didn’t do something well, it would annoy him.

This was the only time in all these years that I had a severe fever and had no other options, so I asked him to pick up Mia.

But this time, because of Emma , he abandoned Mia halfway, causing her death.

She was only six years old and had so much potential!

How lonely and scared she must have felt when she died!

I knelt in front of Mia’s grave and cried until my last tear dried up.

Then I got up and left with a dead heart.

Not long after, I saw Ryan holding Emma ’s shoulders and walking towards me.

Emma was holding an urn in her hands, her face haggard, and Ryan looked at her with eyes full of pity and tenderness.

“Ryan, this cemetery is full of birds and flowers. Daniel should like it, right?”

Daniel was a poodle she Emma kept.

Ryan had a distressed look on his face and was about to speak. But when he looked up, he saw me not far away. When our eyes met, the pity in his eyes turned into indifference.

“Amelia, you’re never going to stop, are you? First you talked about divorce, and now you’re following me here. Do you have nothing better to do?”

He walked up to me, frowning with displeasure.

“Step aside.”

I spoke coldly, not wanting to say another word to him.