My Husband Chose Adoptive Daughter, I Left

Damien and his ex-wife got divorced five years ago, and then he married me. When I married him, he had a 13-year-old adopted daughter named Lily.

After our marriage, Damien treated me exceptionally well and I always treated Lily like my own daughter, even when she occasionally showed hostility towards me, I didn't mind. That's normal for a teenage girl.

Until my father was accidentally hit by a car and left in a vegetative state, 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 the adopted daughter of Damien and his late ex-wife, Sarah. Sarah died saving Damien, so he has always treated Lily with a mix of guilt and utter indulgence.

Damien continued, his tone incredibly conflicted. " But Lily didn't do it on purpose! She is only thirteen... If she gets a criminal record, her life is over. Sarah’s only dying wish was for me to take care of Lily and see her grow up safe and sound. I can't give up on her."

The assistant fell silent for a few seconds. "And what about your wife?"

"I’ll make it up to her," Damien’s voice softened. "I’ll provide her with the most prosperous life, and secure the largest private ward along with the best caregivers for her father who’s suffered from the car accident. I don’t care how much it costs."

My heart sank completely. Just because you feel guilty towards Sarah and Lily, you're going to sacrifice my father?

With trembling hands, I saved the recording and had my lawyer prepare the divorce papers.

But when I completely disappeared, the once powerful CEO went mad.

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