My Husband Used My Father's Life to Clear His Name

My father, Daniel Mitchell, was concerned about my husband, Mason Murphy, working overtime on the weekend, so he prepared meals and delivered them to his workplace.

However, Daniel accidentally caught Mason fooling around with his female secretary, Tiffany Reed.

Then, Daniel turned and left in anger.

Mason was afraid that the matter would be ruined, so he pushed him down the stairs in desperation.

As I rushed to the hospital, Daniel was still holding the meals tightly in his hand.

He held my hand with all his strength.

"Skylar, it was me who accidentally fell. If Mason truly cares about you, don't let my actions affect your relationship..."

He closed his eyes forever before he finished speaking.

I was heartbroken and called Mason dozens of times.

He finally answered the phone, and a female voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Murphy, do you prefer a bunny costume or a maid costume?"

I was so angry that my whole body trembled. "You scoundrel! Mason, let's get divorced!"

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Tiffany cried and said, "Skylar, Mr. Murphy is too tired from work. I just asked him to dress up as a Barbie doll with me. Please don't misunderstand him!"

Mason snatched the phone, and his tone was very impatient.

"You have a dirty mind, so everything you see appears filthy to you. Tiffany and I only have a professional relationship. It's completely innocent!

"Don't just believe your father's onesided words and try to defame us!"

"Daniel was a policeman after all. Didn't he teach you that you can't slander someone without evidence?"

Before I could say anything, Mason started making excuses guiltily.

Daniel had been a police officer for decades, selflessly serving the public and devoted to his duty.

My mother, Brenda Mitchell, participated in a mission that year and died heroically to protect a little boy.

From then on, Daniel played the role of both father and mother, always keeping me by his side. I spent most of my childhood in the police station.

Others had advised him to remarry, but he was always afraid that a stepmother might treat me poorly.

Later, the boy Brenda rescued couldn't find his family, so they sent him to an orphanage, but he secretly ran to my house again.

After my repeated requests, Daniel adopted the little boy, Mason Murphy.

Daniel treated him and me equally, and he was even better to him than to me.

He always said that Mason had no family, so we should give him more care.

After retiring, he couldn't stay idle and often helped us with laundry and cooking, fearing that our busy work schedules would have a negative impact on our health.

Daniel had given so much, but I never expected Mason to be so ungrateful!

I was trembling with anger and shouted at my phone, "Mason, let's get divorced!"

After a long time, I could even hear his low breathing on the phone.

"Suit yourself!"

He couldn't wait to hang up the phone, and his tone was full of impatience.

Mason never showed up until Daniel was cremated.

Looking at Daniel's photo, I burst into tears and regretted again and again why I was not the one who delivered the meal.

On the third day, Mason returned home drunk, and it looked like nothing had happened.

He fell straight onto the sofa, groaning.

"Skylar, give me a glass of honey water that Daniel made!"

Daniel cared about his excessive socializing and was concerned about his health. He specifically sought advice from a friend who was a doctor and prepared honey water for Mason.

Whenever Mason had a social event, Daniel would prepare some honey water in advance and keep it warm.

Whenever he came back, there would be honey water at just the right temperature waiting for him.

But now, Daniel was gone, and everything was gone.

I was so immersed in the sorrow of losing him that I had no intention of paying any attention to Mason.

He came over and sat next to me, rubbing his head against my arm.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Are you still angry?

"Tiffany is young and immature, lacking discretion in her words. Don't stoop to her level of understanding.

"I was drunk that day and acted recklessly. You are a magnanimous person, so please don't get angry over such a trivial matter, okay?"

I pushed him away, feeling overwhelmed with grief and anger.

"A trivial matter? You think my dad is a trivial matter?"

It appeared that Daniel's life was so insignificant in his eyes.

Mason frowned and said impatiently, "Did Daniel tell you something?

"It was just a misunderstanding that day!

"Skylar Mitchell, I am the one living with you. The person who can accompany you till the end is me, not your father!

"Can you please stop believing his words so blindly?"

As if realizing that he had said something too much, he scratched his head, took out a small box from the bag behind him, and handed it to me.

"Open it and take a look. Do you like it?"

I glanced at it and realized that it was Givenchy 302 lipstick. This shade of red didn't suit me at all.

Since I had been involved in outdoor activities since childhood, my complexion had a healthy wheatish tone. I never used such pink lipstick shades.

And I had seen Tiffany wearing this color lipstick before.

He bought two lipsticks, one for her and one for me.

I pushed away the lipstick Mason handed me and handed him the printed divorce agreement.

"Sign it!"

He took the agreement, took a look at it, and suddenly stood up angrily.

"Skylar, I have already humbled myself to please you. Can you please stop acting superior as if everyone owes you something?

"I'm very tired from working outside every day. I don't want to go home and see your dejected face!

"If you want a divorce, fine. As long as your father personally agrees, I won't hesitate to sign the papers! That way, no one can accuse me of being ungrateful!"

But Daniel was gone and could not nod his head anymore.

Mason slammed the door and left angrily.

He always acted this way, treating me offishly at the slightest disagreement.

In the past, I loved him, and I was willing to put aside my pride and status for him to try to keep him and seek reconciliation.

But now, I felt so tired and sad that I couldn't express it in words.

This marriage ended here!

Mason came to my family as he was ten years old and was now 35 years old.

We grew up together, were childhood sweethearts, and it was a natural progression for us to fall in love and get married.

When he first came to my family, he would have nightmares and wake up crying all night long.

At that time, I was also struggling with the loss of Brenda, feeling extremely unsettled. I secretly held onto the rabbit doll she gave me as a final birthday gift and spent nights with it, seeking comfort.

Later, Mason gradually got better and treated me better and better.

On rainy days, he couldn't bear to see me get my shoes dirty by wading through water puddles. So, Mason would carry me on his frail body, stepping over one water puddle after another.

During my rebellious phase in high school, I didn't study properly, so Daniel got so angry that he pointed at me and said, "If you don't study hard and can't go to university, who will support you if you can't find a job in the future?"

Mason protected me behind him and pleaded for me.

"I'll take care of her! I'll study hard, get into a good university, find a good job, and take care of Skylar for the rest of her life!"

He coddled me and said, "Skylar, with me, you can be completely yourself!"

On the wedding day, Mason took my hand from Daniel and burst into tears.

"From now on, I am no longer alone. I finally have a home!

"Daniel, don't worry. I will love Skylar with my life and won't let her get hurt!"

But ironically, the biggest hurt in my life was caused by him!

After Mason graduated, he had aspired to start his own business. Without hesitation, Daniel took out his retirement savings of two million dollars and gave it to him as startup capital.

Daniel was a kindhearted person and donated money every year to support children in mountainous areas.

Mason wanted to learn from him, so he took me to the mountains and selected a few children to donate.

One of them was Tiffany.

She graduated from university, couldn't find a job, and didn't want to go back to her hometown, so Mason recruited her to be his secretary.

At first, he often complained that Tiffany was clumsy, didn't know how to use a coffee machine or a printer, and that the contracts she drafted were full of loopholes.

But later on, our lives were filled with her presence in every aspect.

"Tiffany is sick. She has no relatives in this city, so I have to take care of her.

"She is afraid of thunder. With such loud thunder outside, she's probably going to start crying. Let me go check on her."

He would even bring Tiffany to my birthday and our wedding anniversary.

"Tiffany is alone and wants to join in the fun."

I had quarrels with Mason many times because of this. In the beginning, he would explain that there was nothing between them and it was all innocent.

But later on, Mason became more and more impatient.

"Skylar, I'm exhausted from work. Can you please be more understanding and stop being so unreasonably troublesome?"

"Even if I have something with her, what are you going to do? Divorce me?

"Skylar, you are 30 years old, not a little girl of 18 or 19. Stop being so childish!"

We had known and accompanied each other for 30 years, already becoming the closest people to each other.

I knew that separating from him would bring immense pain.

Whenever I thought about divorce and leaving him, the pain became unbearable for me.

Because of my deep love for Mason, I endured it again and again.

I thought that as long as I could quietly maintain this family and we had a child in the future, everything would be fine.

But I was wrong.

My tolerance had only resulted in Mason treating me even more recklessly without any regard.

This time, in order to cover up his infidelity, he actually pushed Daniel down the stairs.

Mason was the nemesis of my family.

Because of him, I lost Brenda; now, because of him, I lost Daniel.

As I watched Daniel being pushed into the crematorium, my last bit of love for Mason also turned into ashes.

Holding the ashes, I returned to Daniel's house.

Cemetery resources were limited, so I had to wait for many days before I could get a spot.

Early in the morning, I dressed up and prepared to attend his funeral.

The moment I opened the door, I was pushed to the ground by someone.

The urn almost fell, but I held onto it tightly. In the process, I lost my balance, and my lower back hit the edge of the table hard.

I looked up and saw Mason and Tiffany standing at the door, surrounded by several bodyguards.

He didn't even look at me. With a gloomy face, Mason kicked open every door in the house and searched everywhere.

Without any provocation, he came up to me, grabbed my collar, and spoke in a harsh tone.

"Skylar, where's Daniel?"

I tightened the urn in my hands and subconsciously took a half step back.

"Shouldn't you know best where my dad is?"

He glared at me impatiently. "Where is he hiding? Call him out!

"Does he think that just because he raised me, he can act recklessly? Today, I will definitely teach this old scoundrel a lesson!"

I clenched my teeth, and the fire of anger burning in my chest was ready to erupt at any moment.

"Mason, what do you mean? How can you say that about my dad?"

I had initially thought that he would come today to offer condolences and attend the funeral upon hearing about Daniel's passing.

But he was here to cause trouble.

Not only did Mason cause the death of Daniel, but he also wanted to falsely accuse him even after his passing.

"He can do it, but can't I say it? I must bring him to justice today!"

Daniel devoted almost all his life to work before he retired. He was selfless and altruistic, and there was no one among his colleagues and neighbors who disliked him.

Now, he was killed by Mason, and he was scolded by him.

"Mason, can you please have some shame? It was you who couldn't control yourself and had an affair, don't slander my dad!"

He looked at me angrily as if I was his sworn enemy.

"Slander?"

Mason gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, and still didn't say the rest of the words.

Tiffany walked forward and pulled up her lowknit hat, revealing a faint red mark across her delicate face.

"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding...

"Maybe Mr. Mitchell misunderstood the relationship between Mr. Murphy and me. He said that as long as I disfigure myself, Mr. Murphy will be able to go home and be with you wholeheartedly.

"Skylar, only have a professional relationship. Can you please call Mr. Mitchell out so that we can clarify things face to face?"

She had tears in her eyes and looked extremely aggrieved.

"Do you mean that the injury on your face was caused by my dad? When did he approach you?"

Daniel was a man who always suffered losses himself. I had never heard of him breaking the law and actively hurting others.

"Mr. Mitchell probably saw Mr. Murphy and me working overtime together on the weekend and misunderstood us.

"Last night, on my way home, he cornered me in an alley with a knife... No, he didn't force me..."

Her evasive and hesitant behavior only fueled Mason's anger even further.

"Tiffany, don't be afraid. I will definitely seek justice for you today!

"Skylar, what do you have against me? Is it an achievement to bully a defenseless woman like her?

"Where's Daniel? Call him out. As long as he kneels down in front of Tiffany and admits his fault, I will forgive him this time."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Daniel had always been so good to Mason, and now he wanted Daniel to kneel down and apologize based on the vague and unsubstantiated words of a woman.

"Mason, you bastard! My dad raised you. Don't you know what kind of person he is? You slander him like this. Do you still have a conscience?"

He sneered and threw a video in front of me.

"Conscience? In the face of the evidence, how dare you talk to me about conscience?"

The video was not clear, and in the dim lighting, a man wearing a duckbill cap cornered Tiffany in an alley.

The man's clothes looked exactly like the clothes Daniel wore as he delivered meals on weekends.

But he was long gone.

"Mason, the video is so blurry that we can't even tell if it's my dad. Are you blinded by your lover domination?"

The pain in my heart had reached its limit, leaving me numb. In the end, all that was left was resentment, despite the love I once had.

A trace of confusion flashed across his face, and Tiffany spoke.

"Skylar, I don't have to hold Mr. Mitchell responsible. I just want to ask him to let me go and stop following me. I'm afraid..."

She cowered, her face showing the lingering fear and trepidation.

Mason's anger was aroused again. "Don't you want to tell me? Then, I'll find him myself!"

He took out his cell phone and called Daniel directly. The ringing sound came from my body.

Then, Mason stretched out his hand toward me and moved closer and closer.

"Give me."

I stepped back, looking at him hatefully.

However, he suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked me in the stomach, causing a sharp and intense pain that engulfed my entire body.

Tiffany stepped forward, snatched the urn from my hand, and lifted the cloth.

"Ah!"

She screamed and threw the urn in her hand to the ground.

The urn broke into pieces in an instant, and the ashes were scattered all over the ground.

"What the hell is this? It's so unlucky!"

The pain in my body instantly disappeared, and all I could see was the gray floor beneath me.

I rolled and crawled, trying to collect the ashes, but Mason grabbed my hair tightly.

"Tell me, where is Daniel?"

I seemed oblivious to it all, murmuring under my breath, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"Okay, you don't want to say it, right?"

Suddenly, Mason turned around and winked at the bodyguards, who came forward and pinned me to the ground.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me! Daniel loves you the most. I'm sure after seeing the video of you being humiliated, he will come to me obediently!"

An ominous feeling came over me.

"Mason, you bastard, what do you want to do?"

He nodded and ordered the bodyguards to hold me down against Daniel's ashes, tearing at my clothes.

"Mason, may you have a miserable life!

"I hate you! I curse you to go to hell for eternity!"

He stood aside coldly and even turned on the video on his mobile phone.

Behind me, Tiffany smirked with a triumphant smile, silently mouthing the word "whore" towards me.

I struggled hard. How could I be...

But I was alone and weak and couldn't break free.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, regretting why I had asked Daniel to adopt Mason all those years ago.

If he hadn't adopted Mason, Daniel would still be alive and well, and I might have an ordinary and happy family.

Seeing that I was lifeless and no longer struggling, Mason signaled them to stop.

He came up and slapped me in the face with his cold phone.

"Skylar, tell Daniel that if you don't come and apologize to Tiffany within three days, the whole world will see your erotic video!"

Before leaving, Mason turned around and said, "Don't play tricks. If you dare to call the police, I guarantee that this video will be spread everywhere immediately!"

After they left, I didn't know how much time passed before my phone started ringing.

"Skylar, the funeral time is almost here. Where are you?"

It was Daniel's colleague who urged me.

Yes, I needed to hold the funeral for Daniel first.

I got up and carefully collected his ashes, trying hard to hold back the tears in my eyes for fear of accidentally getting the ashes wet.

The weather outside was gloomy and cold. I held Daniel's ashes as I arrived at the preselected burial site.

"Skylar, where is Mason? He was the person whom Daniel took great pride in. Why isn't Mason here to send him off on his final journey?"

His colleagues looked at my unusually weary face and expressed their concern.

I said nothing; I just shook my head.

After Daniel's funeral was completed, I felt empty and deeply saddened in my heart.

I knelt in front of the tombstone, stroking it again and again, wishing he would call me "Skylar" again.

It wasn't until it got late that I reluctantly left.

The next morning, I received a call from the cemetery manager.

"Ms. Mitchell, something happened at Daniel's grave, so please come quickly."

This startled me, making me unable to sleep. Without considering anything else, I rushed towards the cemetery.

After Brenda passed away, Daniel, missing her deeply, had the words "Missing Brenda" engraved on her tombstone.

A long time ago, he jokingly said that after he died, he wanted the words "Missing Brenda" to be engraved on his tombstone as well so that they would be together forever.

"Mr. Murphy, just now the priest said that this burial site is very good and especially suitable for my obedient daughter."

As soon as I came in, I saw Daniel's urn thrown aside casually, and Tiffany was putting another urn into his grave.

"What are you doing?"

I rushed forward like crazy, grabbed the shovel, and waved it in the air.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

He threw herself into Mason's arms and cried bitterly, "Skylar, your father disfigured my face and harassed me again and again. I was so scared that I didn't dare go home, and that's why my daughter starved to death!

"I just want to find a good place to give it a final resting place. Why are you so persistent in stopping me?

"What exactly do you want to do to let me go?"

The "obedient daughter" that Tiffany referred to was actually a Welsh Corgi dog that Mason had bought for her.

I ignored the couple and went straight to dig the halffilled hole.

"Stop, stop, my daughter..."

Mason walked up with a gloomy face and snatched the shovel from my hand.

"Skylar, can you please stop being crazy? Do you want the whole world to see your video?"

He came to threaten me again. I lost Daniel, my home, and everything. What else did I have to be afraid of?

"Mason, this is my dad's grave. My dad is buried here.

"You slandered him and trampled on him. Wouldn't you let him go even if he died?

"You dug up my dad, who raised and nurtured you for decades, all for the sake of a dog. Aren't you afraid of facing consequences?"

His face was blank, and he stared at me with shocked eyes.

I squatted down and dug the soil hard with my hands.

"Skylar, you really did everything you could to hurt me.

"It was your father who was following me yesterday. Now, in order to prevent my obedient daughter from resting peacefully, you're lying and cursing your own father. Aren't you afraid of facing consequences?

"Yeah, with a father like that, how can you be good?"

Tiffany no longer pretended to be innocent, and her eyes were full of malice.

Seeing that my hand was about to touch the urn in the pit, she suddenly screamed, "Quick, catch her! We can't let her disturb my daughter's peace and affect her reincarnation!"

The two bodyguards held me tightly.

"Let me go, you beasts..."

I struggled hard but couldn't break free from their restraints.

Mason slapped me forcefully, and I felt a burning pain on my cheek.

"Skylar, your acting is really flawless! Yesterday, you were holding an urn, and today, you are robbing a grave!

"Are you spying on us?

"Did that old guy teach you to do this?

He sneered, "I really feel sorry for that old guy. He loves you so much, but you keep cursing him to death!

"I really wish he could see you now, full of lies!"

I spit in his face.

"Mason, those who commit unjust acts will not have a good end. You will meet a deserved fate!"

He angrily kicked over the urn and sneered at me, "You can keep pretending, I'll make sure you get exposed for who you truly are!"

As he spoke, Mason stomped on Daniel's ashes as if to vent his emotions.

I watched the scattered ashes being trampled into the mud.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards swiftly covered the grave with soil, and Tiffany carried a bucket of red liquid, revealing a cruel smile on her face.

"My dear daughter is timid and afraid of being harassed by ghosts!

"I heard that pouring red liquid around the grave can prevent any ghosts from entering!"

I suddenly understood the malice in her eyes and was in horror.

"No, don't do that!

"Mason, I beg you. I beg you not to waste the ashes anymore. I will do anything you ask me to do..."

"Mason, I was wrong, I was wrong, please, don't..."

Tears burst forth, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed and torn apart by a sharp blade again and again.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now..."

Mason picked up the red bucket and sprinkled the red liquid on Daniel's ashes.

Daniel, Daniel...

My gaze became vacant, and I slumped to the ground, completely numb.

His phone rang, and he took a look and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Skylar, no matter how hard you try to cover it up, it's useless. My subordinate have found Daniel!"

Finishing saying that, he pressed the handsfree button.

"Tell me, where is that old guy?"

On the other end of the phone, I could hear the hesitant voice of his assistant, Nathan Walker.

"Mr. Murphy, Mr. Mitchell has been found. He...he has passed away."

Mason paused, then smiled with a look of disdain.

"Did he commit suicide out of fear of crime?"

"Mr. Mitchell died unexpectedly a week ago."