It was about getting a child without Carmilla paying any price!
They had secretly switched the embryos!
I had unknowingly become their surrogate!
Before I could process this absurd truth, Cruella suddenly hugged Carmilla’s leg and looked up at her.
“Mommy! I like you so much!”
“I hate the mommy at home!”
“She’s not pretty, she’s always strict, and she forces me to learn so many things I don’t even like!”
At that moment, my heart went completely empty.
I watched the husband who had always acted like an emotionally clueless “straight man” fuss tenderly over Carmilla.
I watched the girl I had raised for six years, who had never once said “Mom, I love you,” cling to another woman and pour out her affection.
I left the set like a walking corpse. Then I called my dad, with whom I had cut ties years ago just to marry Viggo.
My voice, however, came out unexpectedly calm.
“Dad.”
“I’ve thought it through.”
“I want a divorce. This family… I don’t want it anymore.”
Mariah’s POV
“Are you sure?”
Dad’s voice was low on the line.
“This isn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision?”
I leaned back against the rear seat of the car and closed my eyes for a second.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve thought it through, Dad.”