Future Daughter Reveals My Husband's True Love

After packing all my belongings and sending them away, I felt completely drained and collapsed onto the couch. I sent Nina several messages, but she didn't reply to any of them.

It wasn't until the afternoon that she video-called me again. I didn't think twice before answering.

Her background was oddly familiar this time. It was where I had grown up. More specifically, it was Dad's office.

Mom had passed away when I was young, and Dad had never remarried. He raised me all by himself. Afraid I would feel lonely staying home alone, he often brought me to the office with him.

"Nina, what are you doing at Rosewood Group?" I asked.

She looked around the room, confused. "Huh? This is Daddy's office. And the company is now Daddy's, too. Rosewood Group doesn't exist anymore."

It felt like a knife had been driven into my heart. A wave of bitterness washed over me.

"Nina, you're such a smart girl," I said. "I bet you know what happened to that company, don't you?"

Unable to resist the praise, she immediately explained, "Of course. Daddy told me everything. That old man from Rosewood Group gave all the projects to Daddy. Later, that old man did something bad and got arrested. Not long after that, he died in prison."

Impossible. Dad was an upright man. He would never sacrifice his integrity for money, much less break the law.

My voice trembled. "Then what?"

"Then, this company became Daddy's!" she replied cheerfully. "Did you forget? You used to come downstairs all the time and play games with Daddy, saying he had to pay with his life."

I blinked. Tears fell onto my screen.

Dad had never thought highly of Malcolm. More than once, he had told me Malcolm was too calculating and duplicitous. He had even took drastic measures and locked me in my room to prevent me from seeing Malcolm.

For Malcolm's sake, I'd jumped from the third-floor balcony without hesitation. The fall tore my calf, and in the end, Dad had no choice but to give in.

I never imagined that choosing the wrong man would cost Dad his life.

Crying, I went back home.

Dad was about to have dinner. Several dishes were laid out on the table, but he sat there alone. Seeing him like that brought me to tears. When I walked closer, I realized they were all my favorite dishes.

My chest tightened, and my throat burned as I tried to hold back my sobs.

When Dad saw me, his face lit up. "Darling, you're home! Amanda, prepare a few more dishes that she likes!"

I sat down and looked at the spread before me. The guilt inside me was eating me alive.

As I picked up my fork, I asked Dad with a pained voice, "Dad, why don't you have food that you like instead? I thought you hated sweet dishes."

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, a simple yet hopeful smile on his face. "Well, I was just secretly hoping you'd come home for dinner someday. I just didn't know when that'd happen. So, I make your favorite food every day. That way, when you do come home, you'll have something you love to eat."

I lowered my head over my ivory plate. Large drops of tears fell onto the food.

Everything tasted both salty and bitter. Little did I know, Dad had been waiting for me every day all this time.

"Dad, I'll listen to you from now on," I said. "I'll never be stubborn again."

Dad looked at me with heartache in his eyes. He kept placing food on my plate until it was piled high.

Throughout dinner, I repeatedly warned him to be careful around Malcolm. Afterward, I went back to my house to collect my documents, preparing to fly the next day.

When I arrived at the door, I saw movers carrying things inside.

Summer ran over to me. "Willow, I missed you so much!"

Behind her, Malcolm instinctively reached out to steady her as if he were afraid she would fall. When he met my eyes, he awkwardly withdrew his hands.

"I was just worried she'd bump into you," he explained. "You know how careless she can be."

Summer laughed and lightly punched him. Then she linked her arm through mine. "Guess what, Willow? I'm moving in with you! That way, if he ever gives you a hard time again, I can beat him up! Together, we'll put him in his place!"

Malcolm stood to the side, smiling affectionately. "Are you sure you'd be the one beating me up? You should be careful, or you'll end up in the hospital again."

As usual, they started bickering. This time, I didn't try to stop them. Watching them laugh and argue together killed something inside me.

I pulled my hand away, went into the bedroom, grabbed my documents, and walked back to the door. My voice was calm when I said, "That won't be necessary. You two can have this place to yourself."

With that, I turned and walked away.

Summer quickly grabbed my wrist. "Don't go, Willow. Are you still mad? Okay. I won't move in. I don't want things to turn out this way."

I was about to pull away when Malcolm shoved me aside. He led Summer inside and said impatiently, "Ignore her. She's always throwing a fit over nothing. Willow, if you're leaving, then don't come back."

With that, he slammed the door shut, killing the last trace of love I had for him.

Of course, I wasn't coming back. I would be starting a new job in a different country tomorrow.

Too bad for me, I wouldn't be able to see how Malcolm made a fool of himself after losing the project at the bid meeting tomorrow.