Bitter Ex, Sweet Revenge; Ex-husband Desperate Pleas
“Mom, I didn’t hurt Aunt Sabrina!”
I quickly pulled her into my arms and comforted her. “Good girl, my little champ, don’t cry. Mom believes you didn’t push Aunt Sabrina. Mom will explain everything to your father.”
When I was pregnant with Millie, the environment was too harsh. She was weak and often sick from birth. Whenever she cried, she would develop a fever and was prone to pneumonia. I had always taken great care to protect her, never allowing her to cry.
Millie wiped my tears with her small hands, burying her face in my arms as she sobbed quietly. “Mom… Dad won’t believe me. Dad hates me… I've been unnecessary since the moment I was born.”