He Betrayed Me, I Found My Happiness

Scarlett's POV: The moment I finished speaking, raucous laughter erupted around me, and no one laughed harder than Lilian. ​ She looked at Warren with exaggerated sympathy and said mockingly, "Warren, people always said Scarlett was a shameless slut, and I never believed them. But now I've finally seen it for myself. She's actually calling her lover right in front of you." ​ The moment those words left her mouth, Warren's face darkened with fury as he stormed over and slapped me so hard that my head snapped to the side. ​ "Tell me!" he barked. "Who is this lover of yours?" ​ "Warren, there is no lover!" I cried desperately. "This is our daughter's grave. Make them stop digging!" ​ I tried to explain, but Warren refused to believe a single word. ​ The memory of yesterday's tragedy flooded back into my mind, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. ​ To Warren, my tears only looked like guilt, and he sneered coldly. ​ "What is it?" he mocked. "Can't keep your lies straight anymore?" ​ His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Tell me. Where did you hide our daughter Mila?" ​ Even now, Warren still refused to believe our daughter was dead. ​ Part of me wished he was right, wished this entire nightmare were a lie, but I knew the truth—Mila was really gone. ​ "Mila is dead!" I shouted. ​ The moment the words left my mouth, Lilian scoffed in disgust. ​ "Seriously, Scarlett," she said with a roll of her eyes, "When are you going to stop? You've been cursing your own daughter all day. Aren't you afraid something might actually happen to her?" ​ I shot her a venomous glare, and immediately her face transformed into a picture of wounded innocence. ​ "Warren," she said softly, lowering her gaze, "maybe I should just leave. Your wife clearly doesn't want me here." ​ She turned as if to walk away, and Warren instantly panicked, hurrying after her. ​ "Lilian, why would you waste your energy arguing with someone like her?" he said gently. ​ After receiving his comfort, Lilian's mood visibly improved as she leaned against his chest and smiled sweetly. ​ "Thank you, Warren. You're always so good to me." Then she added thoughtfully, "But right now, the most important thing is finding Mila. Your parents haven't seen her in days." ​ Hearing that, Warren immediately turned back toward me. ​ "Where did you take Mila?" he demanded. ​ I met his gaze and looked at the horrifying scene unfolding before me, exhaustion settling deep into my bones. ​ "Make them stop digging," I said quietly. "If you do, I'll tell you everything." ​ "Keep digging," Warren ordered without hesitation, not even bothering to look at me. ​ By then, Mila's coffin had already been pulled from the ground, and when he saw that I was still crying, a cruel smile appeared on his face. ​ "What?" he sneered. "Is your boyfriend buried there? Is that why you're so heartbroken?" ​ I forced myself to endure the agony ripping through my body and soul. ​ "Warren," I said steadily, "I've already told you. Mila is dead." ​ The moment those words left my mouth, Warren lunged forward and wrapped both hands around my throat. ​ This time, he squeezed with all his strength. ​ As my vision blurred, I thought I saw Mila standing before me. Three days earlier, Warren had promised he would pick Mila up that afternoon, but when school ended, I received a call from the police. ​ They told me Mila had been hit by a car, and by the time I arrived at the hospital, she was already gone. She wasn't breathing, and I collapsed on the spot. ​ When I finally woke up, I felt like nothing more than a walking corpse. I stayed beside Mila's body in a daze before eventually calling Warren. ​ I only wanted to ask him one question—why hadn't he picked up our daughter as he promised? His answer was cold and indifferent. ​ "I was busy," he said casually. "Didn't I send you a text telling you to pick her up?" ​ And technically, he had, but Mila got out of school at five o'clock, and his text didn't arrive until seven. ​ By then, Mila and I were already at the hospital, and I know part of the blame belongs to me. If I had answered the school's call… If I had arrived sooner, maybe Mila would still be alive. But none of that mattered anymore—it was already too late. ​ Back then, all I could do was tell him the truth. ​ "Mila is dead," I whispered into the phone. "Get to the hospital right now."