My Wife Had Another Family and They Abused My Daughter — Novel

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When Floyd receives a heartfelt selfie from his daughter, Zera, while on a year-long work trip, a single scratch on her collarbone sends his heart racing. The image of her favorite stuffed bunny in the hands of another girl, Astrid, raises alarm bells. How could something so innocent spiral into something so ominous? As Floyd digs deeper, he uncovers a web of secrets and lies that entwine his family, leading him to question the very foundations of his marriage and his daughter's safety.

Rhea, his wife, dismisses his concerns with impatience, brushing off the bruises and the bunny's disappearance as mere childhood whims. But the more Floyd learns, the more he feels the ground shift beneath him. Zera's timid behavior and Astrid's unsettling influence paint a disturbing picture, leaving him torn between trust and suspicion. Why is Zera so afraid? What does Astrid really want?

As Floyd races against time to uncover the truth, he must confront not only the hidden dynamics of his home but also the shadows lurking within his family. Will he be able to save Zera before it's too late, or will the secrets that bind them together tear them apart forever?

My Wife Had Another Family and They Abused My DaughterChapter 1

Floyd's POV

I’d been away on a work trip overseas for a year when I suddenly received a selfie from my daughter, Zera Johnson with a message, saying, [Daddy, I miss you.]

I thought she was just feeling down because she missed me. I was about to reply with some comforting words when I noticed a faint scratch on her collarbone. Curious, I zoomed in. That’s when I realized it wasn’t just a single scratch — there were dark bruises trailing down her arm as well.

As I mulled over what I was seeing, I mindlessly scrolled through social media and stumbled upon a post from Astrid Motley, the girl we’d taken in two years ago. She was showing off her birthday gifts, each one expensive and extravagant. But what caught my eye wasn’t the gifts — it was the stuffed bunny sitting on her nightstand — Zera’s favorite stuffed bunny.

I still remember giving it to her on her third birthday. She clung to that bunny every night to sleep. How did it end up in Astrid's room?

I immediately called my wife, Rhea Johnson, who was still back home, but she only complained that I was turning a molehill into a mountain.