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No matter what I do or what I'll do, it's always not the Edwards way, full of flaws to my parents. If I have my ways, I'll have stopped coming to the friggin dinner every single last friday of the month But each months, I find myself being in the same spot head shruken courage drowned and being yelled out for being the most imperfect daughter full of flaws just like mom will say and the girl who went wayward doing things the not so Edwards way as dad will say I'll always remain the daughter full of flaws just like Mom will say, and the girl who went wayward doing things the not so Edwards way as Dad will say.

Faced with Andrew's expectant gaze, she couldn't bring herself to outright refuse. But in reality, she and Lorneauxs were like oil and water. Every interaction left her with a bad impression of him. Besides bullying and exploiting her, that jerk had never treated Claire well. She dared not attempt to offer counsel to such an intimidating person. "Uncle, Mom, I'm heading to class now," Claire announced, fearing that staying longer might lead to another mistake. "Study well," Margaret reminded her daughter. "I will. Goodbye!" With Andrew's approval, Claire maintained her composure and briskly left the dining room.

Mary's words consoled me as I don't care about what anyone says about me, as long as she doesn't hate me or see me as a bad person. “Okay, that's alright. Let's have our seat and eat before it runs cold,” I stated as I disengaged from the hug and pulled a chair for her. My daughter is my pride, the only thing I have achieved in life. Many of my friends are envious of my perfect life with my perfect daughter, and I’ll do anything to make sure she’s happy and her life remains perfect and got everything she has ever dreamed of. We ate silently at the dining table, and then she posed a question about her father.

"But I need my life to be mine for a while." "For as long as you need," he answered. After I hung up, I picked Mia up from school. She ran toward me with her scarf crooked, cheeks red from the cold, and a painting clutched in both hands. It showed two stick figures under a gray sky, standing beside a blue building with yellow windows. "That's us," she said. "I made the lights on because we're home." I folded the painting carefully and carried it like something sacred. That was when I understood starting over was not hiding in another city. It was choosing a life where my daughter and I came first without waiting for permission.

The child is yours. Tears filled my eyes, making the words blurry. My legs felt weak. An unnamed birth mother. A baby girl. My baby. The proof was right there in my hands. Victoria hadn't simply faked a pregnancy. She had paid for my newborn daughter. "I found you," I whispered through my tears, holding the notebook against my chest. "My baby..." Before I could wipe my face, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Heavy. Slow. My blood ran cold. I quickly tried to put the notebook back inside the hidden compartment, but it was too late.

I stepped forward and grabbed his collar. His blue eyes met mine, which was filled with rage and tears. “You said my eyes always reveal everything,” I hissed slowly at him. “So look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying when I say I have no freaking idea what the hell is TRIXEYE, and for the record, my father's name is Benjamin Kingston, and I am his only daughter.” I looked into his eyes, which were filled with a variety of emotions. He finally broke the stare after a long period of intense staring, and his eyes followed the path of my tears, his lips thinning.

Difficult. Ryan’s hand found mine instinctively, gripping it tightly, a silent plea and anchor all at once. I felt my knees weaken. “I… I agree to be tested,” I breathed out before I could rethink it. The doctor looked at me, surprise flickering across his features. “Are you a relative?” “I—she’s my daughter,” I said quickly, realizing my voice sounded strained. “I—I can be tested. Please, anything that can save her.” Ryan’s eyes went wide. He was pale, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Claire, wait—”

His body weak from the bullet wounds while she stood there over him with her hands filled with his blood and trembling. He closed his eyes tightly as his fists tightened. "Serene Rivera, the perfect daughter Alexander raised. He was so proud that his daughter would become a perfect wife. A wife who wouldn't question her husband if he keeps other woman around. A daughter so pretty and obedient. But Alexander, your daughter is not your kind of perfect. She is something different. If you find out what she did, you might be shocked into speechlessness" he thought with mixed feelings. ........

“That’s right. Mom and Dad, you’ve worked so hard for your entire lives. It’s time to enjoy your retirement!” Even Charlie was trying his best to serve Audrey some food. “This is my favorite chicken drumstick. It’s for you, Grandma!” I scrolled down to read the hurtful comments. [You have such a great daughter-in-law. I bet she doesn’t even treat her own mother this well!] [This is why your son needs to marry a traditional woman who prioritizes her husband’s family. I heard her mother is spending the New Year’s alone. What a poor thing.] I laughed out of anger as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t