I Divorced Him After Our Daughter Died

Synopsis

Because my daughter accidentally smudged my niece's drawing, my husband, who was adamant about keeping peace between the families, decided she needed to be punished by being confined to a room. I remembered the doctor's warning about my daughter's claustrophobia and begged my husband not to do this. He looked at me coldly, "You're the one who coddles her—she has too many problems. She should be more like Kaiya, who is obedient and well-behaved." But he just didn't get it. That night, my daughter succumbed to panic in the confinement room and became a cold, lifeless body. In that moment, my heart broke beyond repair. The next day, I carried my daughter's body through the rain to the funeral home and pleaded for a divorce at Callahan’s doorstep. ... "Daddy, Mommy, it’s so dark here. Kaiya is scared...please help Kaiya." After my husband locked our daughter in the confinement room, her heart-wrenching cries tore at me. No matter how much I pleaded with him, explaining her fear of small spaces, he remained indifferent. It wasn't until later that night, when her cries faded to weak whimpers like a baby's, that I threatened to harm myself to get the key from him. But when I unlocked the door, I found my daughter lying on the floor as if asleep. She was rigid and cold, no longer breathing. I stood there, in disbelief, staring