Bossy Ex-Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

"Mommy, will Daddy really come to see me?"

The little girl clutched her blood-stained stuffed rabbit, her bright eyes gradually losing focus. "Mommy, I'm so cold."

I held my daughter tight. "Milly, Daddy will be here soon. Just hang in there a little longer."

Milly Smith's hand slowly loosened, and the blood-red stuffed rabbit slid down the edge of the bed and fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. We did everything we could. Your daughter died from excessive blood loss after the car accident. Time of death: 4:00 AM, May 13th."

My whole body went cold. Blood dripped from my fingertips onto the floor, pooling into a puddle of crimson that reflected my face, equally covered in blood from the accident.

Today was George Smith's birthday.

A month ago, Milly defeated the daughter of the Master of Blue Moon Clan in a competition, bringing honor to the Triple Grove Clan. George finally agreed to let Milly attend his birthday party this year.

Milly had been preparing for half a month, making him a gift with her own hands, pricking her tender little fingers in the process.

This morning, she put on her prettiest dress, waiting for George to pick her up for his birthday party.

She waited until late at night, but George never came.

Milly begged me to call him, and that's when we found out the party had already started.

George was at the party with Jack Smith, his son, with Sarah Wilson, introducing Jack to everyone in the Triple Grove Clan.

How ridiculous. My daughter practiced swordsmanship so hard just to attend the party, falling and getting back up countless times, her body covered in bruises, finally winning the competition just to earn a smile from George.

Jack did nothing and got to attend the party with him, being introduced to everyone without any effort.

All of this, simply because Milly was born from a shotgun marriage after George and I had an accident.

But Jack Smith was George's child with his first love, Sarah Wilson.

Eight years ago, I had a premature delivery with severe hemorrhaging that nearly killed me. Milly was sent to an incubator right after birth, and the doctor predicted she might not survive three days.

I dragged my weak body to wait outside the ward, only to see George personally escort Sarah into the delivery room and wait outside attentively.

When Sarah came out, he immediately presented her with flowers, thanking her for going through the hardship of giving birth.

Later, when Sarah went abroad to study, he brought Jack home to help her take care of him.

I should have understood then. The gap between Sarah and me in his heart was huge. How could Milly ever compare to Jack?

When they were little, even when Milly was crying from hunger, he insisted I feed Jack first.

As they grew up, Milly had to do things perfectly just to get a glance from him.

But Jack only needed to say a few sweet words to win his favor.

Over time, everyone under him saw Jack as the future heir.

Some even spread rumors privately that Milly was my illegitimate child with another man!

The doctor stood before me, handing over the cremation consent form. "Mrs. Smith, hasn't the child's father arrived yet?"

I took the thin sheet of paper. "The child's father is happily keeping his illegitimate son company."

The doctor didn't know how to comfort me and added in a low voice, "The child's funeral can't wait too long."

I held the heavy black urn, my eyes so swollen I could barely open them, my chest feeling like it was blocked by a huge stone.