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After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Drowning Daughter Novel Cover

After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Drowning Daughter

Aleena was playing by the lake when she accidentally drowned. Diego watched coldly as our daughter struggled in the water. Not being able to swim, a sudden large wave had knocked Aleena's life jacket off. My five-year-old daughter was frantically splashing her hands on the water's surface, barely keeping herself afloat. I was in tears, desperately pleading with the man in front of me, "Diego, you're a swimming instructor. Please, save our daughter! She's about to drown..." Diego looked at me and Aleena with disdain before standing up. "You've been married to me for so long and still haven't learned to swim. Two helpless people." I thought he was finally going to rescue our daughter, but instead, he walked away. "Aleena is just too timid.
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Aleena was playing by the lake when she accidentally drowned. Diego watched coldly as our daughter struggled in the water. Not being able to swim, a sudden large wave had knocked Aleena's life jacket off.

My five-year-old daughter was frantically splashing her hands on the water's surface, barely keeping herself afloat. I was in tears, desperately pleading with the man in front of me, "Diego, you're a swimming instructor. Please, save our daughter! She's about to drown..."

Diego looked at me and Aleena with disdain before standing up. "You've been married to me for so long and still haven't learned to swim. Two helpless people." I thought he was finally going to rescue our daughter, but instead, he walked away. "Aleena is just too timid. That’s why she never learned to swim."

"It's too hot here. I'm heading back to the hotel."

I watched his retreating figure in despair. Diego Young, it’s truly over between us.

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"...Notify the family to sign... emergency surgery..."

I struggled to open my eyes as a wave of pain hit me. In a daze, I realized I was lying on a hospital bed. My head ached intensely as I recalled what happened before I fainted: I had noticed Aleena's consciousness fading and, being unable to swim, I didn't think twice before jumping into the lake.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach her. Suddenly, a wave crashed over me, pulling me under. Everything went black, and I lost consciousness...

Just then, an anxious voice brought me back to reality: "Diego, come to the hospital! Your wife and daughter both drowned. Your daughter needs emergency surgery. Get here to sign the papers!"

I trembled all over, using all my strength to turn towards the voice. The phone was on speaker, and Diego's disdainful voice came through: "Lillian is always making a big deal out of nothing. It's so close to the shore, they could almost crawl back. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."

"Besides, with you all there, what's the problem? Without some pressure, my wife and daughter will always be helpless and never learn to swim."

With that, he hung up. The man cursed in anger, wanting to call again, but seeing that I was awake, he ran over joyfully: "Sis, you're finally awake!"

I could finally see clearly—these two men in the hospital room were members of Diego's swim club, both swimming instructors. I grabbed one of their arms anxiously, "Where’s Aleena? What happened to her?"

The two instructors sighed softly as they explained what had happened. They were at the beach and saw us drowning. They immediately jumped in to rescue us and brought us to the hospital. However, Aleena, being so young, had been underwater too long, severely damaging her lungs, and urgently needed surgery.

They had called Diego to come sign the consent forms since I was unconscious, but never expected him to respond that way. Hearing this, I couldn't help but tremble.

My daughter, she's only five...

I clutched my chest in sorrow, my heart aching. Diego Young, I will never forgive you!

After a moment, I steadied myself and stumbled to find the doctor to sign the forms. Watching the red light outside the surgery room, I broke down in tears. Thoughts of Aleena consumed me, and an overwhelming sense of hopelessness surrounded me. Just then, my phone buzzed with a news alert:

Renowned pianist Penny Hudson had nearly drowned in a pool, and her boyfriend had quickly taken her to get medical attention.

I clicked on the video. Penny, looking demure, leaned against Diego. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear. In all the years we were married, I had never seen such genuine affection in his eyes.

I scrolled through the comments section, where the public was buzzing:

"Hey, isn't that guy super familiar? Looks like the swimming instructor who went viral for being handsome."

"They make a great couple—stunning and eye-catching."

"I find this a bit overblown. It was just choking on water, does it really warrant such a fuss? Plus, I heard this swimming instructor was married. Could there be more to the story?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Diego Young is a sought-after bachelor. If he were married, there'd surely be news about it."

I closed my phone, tears streaming down my face. The two instructors beside me had evidently seen the news, and they looked at me with sympathy, unsure of what to say. I forced a smile, thanked them once more, and suggested they head back.

This marriage was beyond repair. It was time to put an end to it.

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