“And don’t you like Isabella better anyway?”
My daughter clapped her hands and laughed. “Of course! I love Isabella! She always dresses like a fairy when she picks me up from school. But my mom—she always looks like a peasant woman. It’s so embarrassing in front of my friends.”
My heart turned cold.
The daughter I carried for ten months and nearly died giving birth to… The daughter I risked my life to save… had betrayed me for an outsider, tricking me, leading me to lose my leg.
And my husband of more than a decade—he was the mastermind.
Too cruel.
This betrayal was harder to accept than being trafficked overseas.
The next day, the police came to take my statement after I regained consciousness. I told them everything I knew.
But Daniel and Lily instantly put on their performance.
“Officer, can you believe such terrorists exist here in Newark? I strongly condemn this. You must catch them and give my wife justice!” Daniel said passionately.
“Yes, officer, my mom is innocent! If she hadn’t risked herself to save me, she wouldn’t have lost her leg. How could they do that to a mom?” Lily sobbed. “Please, officer, help my mommy get revenge!”
The officer patted her cheek gently.