Birthday Turned Deathday: Raising Hell for My Daughter
On my daughter, Arlene Bale's tenth birthday, I miscarried in a horrific car accident.
Before I can even tell my husband, Camden Bale, about my pregnancy, my unborn child has already left me.
Devastated, I attempt to call Camden. But after spamming more than a dozen calls, none of them get answered. When I open a social media app, the first thing I see is Camden's first love, Ruth Carroll, celebrating her safe delivery online.
The accompanying photo features Camden's tender-looking side profile as he cradles the newborn in his arms.
Camden's mother, Patricia Stone, even leaves a long comment there to celebrate the birth of Ruth's baby.
"Oh, Ruth! You really are a hero to the Bales! To think that your firstborn is a son who can inherit our family's legacy! That woman who has married into our family for ten years only gave birth to one inferior spawn!
"I swear, I will kick that useless woman out sooner or later! Once that happens, you can marry into the Bale family proudly!"
With trembling fingers, I click the phone shut. After that, I forcibly get discharged from the hospital and rush home so that I can demand for answers. But that's when my nightmare has just begun.
I receive the news of Arlene's unfortunate death.
It turns out Camden has left Arlene at home all by herself, which leads to her accidental death.
The entire Bale family is too busy celebrating the birth of Ruth's son. No one bothers shedding a tear for Arlene's passing.
With hatred brimming in my heart, I fly to another country.
Camden Bale, you're the one hurting me from the start till the end. I will make you and your family pay the heavy price.