That was how I was burned alive.
Little did she know that I would eventually reveal the truth to my mother in the most unexpected way.
When she discovered the truth from my diary, my mother was shocked. She completely lost her mind. She could not believe that the man he loved for thirty years had only been playing games with her. Moreover, the adopted daughter that she cherished more than her own daughter for more than twenty years was the product of his affair.
With trembling hands, she locked my blue diary and the photo in the storage room where I once lived. Her entire body felt as though it had been drained of energy and she slumped down onto the sofa, feeling overwhelmed and defeated.
When my father came back home from work, my mother was still sitting frozen on the sofa. She stared at him with her mind in turmoil. She was torn between wanting to confront him and holding back.
When he saw the flower and the knee massager on the table, my father smiled and said, “It is such a thoughtful gift. Must be from our dear Isabella, right? That girl really knows how to care for her mother, doesn't she? She's truly our little angel.”
My mother's face turned pale, but she remained silent.