When my Daughter was Kidnapped, My Husband Laughed so I left

It was supposed to be my daughter Gwen’s third birthday. We were on a cruise to celebrate while my husband Leandro was busy. She was playing with the other kids while I was busy greeting guests—until she went missing.

My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone and dialed Leandro. The line rang once, twice—then was answered by a woman’s moan.

Before I could process the betrayal, the kidnappers called. They demanded ten million in ransom. Desperate, I rushed to open my account, ready to send every last cent I had—only to discover it was frozen.

Panicked, I went to Leandro’s secretary, Nadine, who was also supposed to be my best friend.

“I’m sorry, Emerald,” she said coldly. “But maybe you can pay the ransom in installments… and they can give your daughter back to you in installments.”

Rage exploded inside me. My vision blurred with tears and fury as I lunged at her, my hand striking her cheek before I could stop myself.

“You bitch! Sleeping with my husband, stealing everything from me—and now you won’t even let me save my child?”

Yet when Leandro finally arrived, he chose Nadine over me. Over our daughter.

Knowing no one else would save me, I made the hardest choice of my life. I called my enemy for help. In exchange for marriage, he would save Gwen.

He did and so I packed my bags, divorced Leandro, and left… and when I thought he wouldn’t care about us being gone, he came back begging on bended knees for a second chance.