The Replaced Daughter’s Identity is Revealed!

I squatted down and said patiently, "Emily, let's buy ice cream, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Emily looked at me with a malicious smile, spit on my face, and said, "I don't want to eat that cheap stuff."

After saying that, Emily sat on the ground and burst into tears, saying, "Why did you push me? I want my daddy. You are a bad mother!"

The kindergarten teacher came over and said in a somewhat accusing tone, "Emily's mother, even if you are angry, you can't hit the child."

I felt a little tired. Emily had been a habitual liar over the past year. She loved dressing up and spending money and had no manners at all. If you ignored her appearance but only looked at her behavior, you would find she was no different from the village women.

Fortunately, a parent who had been paying attention to us spoke up for me, "This little girl sat down by herself. She is slandering her mother."

The teacher looked a little embarrassed and stood there.

"Hello? Dad! Come pick me up! Mom hit me and scolded me!"

While no one was paying attention to her, Emily snatched the phone from my pocket and called Bell.

I didn't know what Bell said on the other end of the phone, but Emily giggled. Her voice sounded surprisingly tender, not as childish or innocent as a child.

Other parents left with their children one by one, but I was standing stupidly behind my indifferent daughter.

Later, Bell drove over. Before the car's door was opened, Emily ran over enthusiastically. Bell came out with a gentle face and hugged Emily, saying, "Oh, my baby, why are you unhappy?"

Emily rubbed Bell's ears and said, "I want you to pick me up."

I looked at the scene in front of me and felt something was wrong.

Although they were father and daughter, Emily was six years old now. She had developed well and was already tall, like a teenage girl. Everyone knew that when a girl grew up, she should not be too intimate with her father.

It was a bit inappropriate. If others saw it, they would misunderstand.

I walked over and whispered, "Emily, you are already six years old. You should not be too intimate with men. Can you let me hug you?"

Bell pushed me away impatiently and said, "Alice, don't be crazy.

"You can't stand seeing me getting close to my daughter, right? Why're you so annoying?"

Emily put her arms around Bell's neck provocatively and looked at me smugly.

I was silent and thought they looked like a couple. For the first time, I doubted myself that if there was necessary for me to stay in this family.

I had been staying here just for Emily before, but now Emily didn't need me anymore.

I thought I should get a divorce, leave Emily to Bell, and let them do whatever they wanted.

But whenever I had such thoughts, I recalled Emily's sweet sound of calling me.

After all, I gave birth to Emily after being pregnant for ten months.

Would it be fine if I left Emily with Bell who was emotional?

While I was thinking, Bell drove away with Emily, leaving me alone standing there staring at the car leaving.

I walked towards the bus stop with a wry smile. This happened before.

It only took seven years for me to become a housewife disliked by everyone from a manager with an annual salary of three hundred thousand dollars.

What did marriage bring me?