My Husband Burned Our Daughter Alive for Her

The End of the World, brought by torrential rain and raging floods, left us starving and lacking medicine. My daughter suffered from a relentless high fever, but all the fever medication, Children's Panadol, was given away by my husband to his childhood sweetheart. Because she had period cramps! My daughter died, and the childhood sweetheart was still whining on i********:: "Besties, girls have to be good to themselves. Never use medicine that has been opened." The caption was accompanied by a picture of bottles of Children's Panadol being poured into the toilet. I went crazy instantly, grabbed a knife, and was about to fight the scumbag and the b***h, but the good-for-nothing man chopped me into pieces and threw me into the vast flood. When I woke up again, I was back to the time before the storm. This time, it was my turn to "repay" them, and I wouldn't forgive a single one of them! ... "Rose, I told you not to listen to rumors and hoard supplies, now you've passed the sickness to our daughter!" My ears were filled with my husband Joey's complaints. I opened the window in a daze, and saw the light drizzle in the sky and the stagnant water on the ground that was higher than my knees. There was no howling wind, no torrential rain, no floods submerging everything. It was great. "Little brother, you just spoil her. Look at how she spends money recklessly and buys so much lousy rice and oil. I think she's just looking for an excuse not to take care of the child." My sister-in-law was eating melon seeds, her gloating and sarcastic words, along with the melon seed shells, were spat everywhere. I remembered. This was the 28th day after I gave birth to my daughter, the first day she had a fever. There were seven days until the arrival of the apocalyptic rainstorm. Was I... reborn? Seeing that I didn't respond to her, my sister-in-law stopped eating the melon seeds. She stood up from the sofa for once and pointed at my nose and cursed, "What do you mean by putting on a long face? Am I wrong? You can't even give birth to a son, and you still have the nerve to be angry? Who should be blamed if our family doesn't have a male heir?" My husband remained silent with a sullen face, allowing his sister to stab my heart with her words. It was exactly the same as in my previous life. In fact, things had been wrong a week ago. It had been raining non-stop, with occasional water, power, and internet outages. Various groups were saying that we needed to stock up on supplies. I was still in postpartum confinement, so I asked my husband to do it. Not only did he not listen, but he also joined his sister—my sister-in-law who never got married and leeched off her parents before leeching off her brother—in criticizing me for being a fool, saying that I believed everything others said. They would rather lie on the sofa for a whole day than step out of the house. So, I, still in confinement, had to wade through water every day for seven days in a row to grab supplies with other people. I carried bags and boxes of rice, flour, oil, and everything else myself. Worried that my daughter might get sick, I also stocked up on many bottles of Children's Panadol. But after I came back, they criticized me as if they were worthless. It was clearly because they didn't care about the child at all and didn't even know how to cover her with a blanket that she got sick. How dare they blame me? My sister-in-law plopped back on the sofa, patted my husband's shoulder, and said, "Mom and Dad were really blind. They should have listened to you and let you marry Marsha. Sigh, but they ended up bringing in such a good-for-nothing. What a sin." I looked up and saw that my husband's face lit up as soon as the name "Marsha" was mentioned. Of course, he would be happy. That was his childhood sweetheart, the love of his life. And she was also my sister-in-law's best friend. They always complained about men and me together. I stood up and asked my sister-in-law, "You mentioned Marsha. Where is she now?" My sister-in-law turned her head unnaturally. "How would I know? Anyway, if she were here, she would be better than you, a good-for-nothing who can't even do housework. It's better to keep a dog than you." I looked at my husband again and, unsurprisingly, saw that he was also averting his gaze guiltily. They thought I didn't know, but what else didn't I know? Marsha lived on the top floor! My husband arranged it because she once mentioned that she liked to grow flowers on the rooftop. I couldn't help but bite my lip, bleeding without realizing it until the taste of blood filled my mouth. Last time, it was tonight that my daughter had a fever of over 40°. I searched high and low but couldn't find the Children's Panadol I had stocked up. It turned out that in the evening, my husband packed up all the medicine and sent it upstairs to his childhood sweetheart Marsha's house. Just because Marsha posted on her WeChat Moments that she had a stomachache from her period, he eagerly sent her all the medicine. He didn't leave a single drop for our daughter. I pounced on him and questioned him, but he pushed me away and, together with his sister, accused me, "It's your fault that our daughter is sick. You didn't listen to me. You didn't do so much housework at home and had to go out and waste money. You deserve it! Figure it out yourself!" What could I do? I could only add his childhood sweetheart on w******p and beg her to return the medicine, even if it was just 10 ml. She accepted my friend request but didn't reply to my message. I went to the top floor to find her. She pushed me down after opening the door and said that she didn't have the medicine and had already poured it into the toilet. I wanted to rush into her house, but my husband, who arrived later, stopped me. Marsha whimpered that I was scolding her, and my husband slapped me in the face. Exhausted, I fainted. It was already the third day when I woke up. My daughter was running a high fever and her cries were as soft as a mouse's. My sister-in-law complained that my daughter was being fussy. She had a fever and wouldn't even drink my breast milk. She said my daughter wasn't hungry and would eat after being hungry for two more days. I was so angry that I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. I knelt down and begged the heartless couple, but it was no use. Physical cooling methods didn't work either. I could only watch helplessly as she took her last breath in my arms because of the high fever. My daughter, my one-month-old baby girl, died. At the same time, I heard my husband sweetly talking on the phone, "It's good that you're not in pain anymore. Those medicines were worth it." I opened his childhood sweetheart's WeChat Moments and saw a photo Marsha posted. There were a bunch of empty Children's Panadol bottles lying next to the toilet, with the caption: "Besties, girls have to be good to themselves. Never use medicine that has been opened." She didn't pour away medicine, she poured away my daughter's life! I went crazy on the spot. After settling my daughter's body, I grabbed a knife and was about to fight the scumbag and the b***h, but they chopped me into pieces and threw me into the vast flood. Hahaha, the heavens are just. They let me be reborn. This time, they would pay me back everything they owed me. I wouldn't let a single one of them off! ... [Calm down, Rose, calm down!] I pinched the webbing between my thumb and index finger hard without leaving a trace. The pain brought me back to my senses from my grief and indignation. I had to leave this house. I had to build a safe house for my daughter and me before the apocalyptic rainstorm completely arrived. Then I would come back and deal with them one by one. There was still time. I glanced at my husband and sister-in-law. They were exchanging glances and, for once, shut their complaining mouths. Yes! I said straightforwardly, "Since we've come to this, let's get a divorce." "What?" My husband was shocked. My sister-in-law kept tugging at my husband's sleeve, looking as if she was afraid that I would go back on my word. She shouted, "You said it yourself." I sneered, "Joey, stop pretending. Haven't you always been hung up on Marsha? I'm doing this for your own good." My husband actually looked ashamed for a split second, and then his face was filled with uncontainable joy. I had known for a long time that he and Marsha were having an affair, but for the sake of our child, I never thought of divorce. He didn't want a divorce either, not because of the child, but because of my prenuptial property, because he could make me work like an ox for his family. As for his childhood sweetheart, she was lazy and didn't earn a single cent but spent his money instead. I then dropped the bombshell, "I don't want the house, the car, or anything else. I only want the savings in my bank card and our daughter." I looked at him and my sister-in-law's uncontainable smiles and knew that they were overjoyed. This was no different from me leaving with nothing. In seven days, I really wanted to see if they could still laugh. Yes, I would make sure to see it then. My husband looked at me in disbelief. "Really? What trick are you playing?" "Now, immediately, sign the agreement." I laid my cards on the table. "The cash at home and our daughter belong to me. Everything else is yours." My sister-in-law said gleefully, "Quick, agree to her request." I struggled to restrain myself from rushing into the kitchen to grab a knife and continued to coax them, "Marsha lives upstairs. After we get a divorce, you can take her in and live together. "Okay!" Joey agreed readily. This was the first time in his life that he had acted like a man in front of me. He actually handed over the 300,000 dollars in savings at home. For his childhood sweetheart, for my prenuptial property, he couldn't wait a minute longer. I hadn't even left the house yet, and he and his sister had already gone downstairs to invite Marsha to visit the house. When Marsha saw me, she said sarcastically, "So this is my sister-in-law. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing going on between Joey and me." Joey quickly explained, "Ex, ex." My sister-in-law, all smiles, put her arm around Marsha and started cracking melon seeds, pointing at me and whispering. Disgusting. I held back the urge to vomit. I must have been blind in my previous life. Joey's eyes were full of his childhood sweetheart. He looked at me with displeasure. "Why haven't you left yet? Don't tell me you've changed your mind." "Impossible!" I said resolutely, "Only a dog goes back on its word!" I, would wait for him to come crawling back. I called my best friend Xu Xue, who I had grown up with, to help me, as I had a lot of things to move. Of course, Joey and my sister-in-law wouldn't lift a finger to help me. They were busy helping Marsha pack her things. Taking advantage of this godsend opportunity, my best friend and I moved all the supplies I had stored at home. Mainly fever medication, then rice, flour, oil, seasonings, milk powder, even the clothes I bought for them, the dryer I bought... We took everything we could. Before leaving, I went up to the rooftop and gave some food to Grandma Liu, who lived there. Grandma Liu spent all day collecting scraps on her tricycle, and her house was filled with bundles of cardboard boxes. She also had a strange smell, so no one liked her. Originally, Grandma Liu and I only had a nodding acquaintance, but in my previous life, after my daughter died, only Grandma Liu was kind enough to use cardboard boxes to make a box for my daughter, so that she had a small place to rest in the end. I would definitely repay this favor. In addition to leaving her some rice and flour, I also subtly reminded her to stock up on supplies, added her contact information, and asked her to stay in touch so that she could contact me if she needed anything. After leaving home, I didn't hesitate to tell my best friend about the impending apocalypse. After a moment of silence, my best friend believed me and decided to go through this disaster with me. Her family favored boys over girls to the point that they wished they could drain every ounce of her blood and marrow. She was determined not to get married or have children and was a workaholic. She was basically unattached, so she decisively started preparing for the days to come with me. First, I gave my daughter the medicine to bring down her fever, and then I left my best friend to take care of her. I spent all 300,000 dollars in just one day. I spent it without any guilt. 99% of it was earned by me, and he was only responsible for lying down and pointing fingers. We bought a self-built house with a small courtyard in the suburbs and spent a lot of money transforming it into a temporary shelter. We stocked up on at least a year's worth of supplies, including food, drinks, clothes, heating, electricity... Especially the row of large freezers and the frozen meat, eggs, fish, and shrimp inside, as well as the rows of shelves filled with all kinds of canned food. While taking care of my daughter, we were busy, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, a sudden downpour began. It was the same in my previous life. First, it drizzled for more than half a month, then came the sudden strong wind and heavy rain, followed by a vast flood that submerged everything. Just like what Noah and Yu the Great had experienced. Our self-built house had three floors. The third floor was where we lived, the second floor was for storing supplies, and the first floor was for things that we could still salvage even if the water flooded in. After the heavy rain, the temperature plummeted, and the air was so humid that you could wring water out of it. Taking advantage of the fact that some people hadn't come to their senses yet, I rowed a kayak and went to buy another batch of supplies. The city was in chaos. People who had been skeptical before joined the looting. If we were even a little slower, we would be in a situation where supplies were scarce. I also bought a projector and prepared enough movies and TV series to last a lifetime. At night, my best friend and I, along with my daughter, who had regained her energy, gathered in a room to watch a movie. We turned on the oil heater, the dehumidifier was running non-stop, and we made a simple dinner of four dishes and one soup. After dinner, we opened a bottle of red wine, ate snacks, and felt like we were in heaven. Weren't we in heaven? My daughter was no longer crying silently but giggling and jumping around happily. On this day, an unknown number called. As soon as I answered, I heard Joey's angry roar: "Rose, where the hell have you been? How dare you block me?"