Just because my five-year-old twin daughters made my husband's first love unhappy, my husband sent them to an extreme education school.

The school teacher rushed into the house and tried to take them away by force. The two daughters clung to the car door and cried for their father.

I knelt on the ground and begged, “The children are only five years old. They are still young. If they are sent to that kind of place, they will die. 

“I am their mother. It is my fault that I did not teach them well. If you want to punish them about it, just punish me."

However, my husband hugged his first love and looked at the three of us, mother and daughter, coldly and said, “If you hadn’t spoiled the kids so much, they wouldn’t be so unruly today. 

“I’m their father, if you can’t discipline them properly, then let me. Do you really think I’d ever harm my own children?”

The next day when I rushed to the school with my sister-in-law, we were faced with my daughter, who was covered in bruises and had stopped breathing.

But my husband celebrated on WhatsApp Status that her first love was pregnant with his child.

I looked at my sister-in-law with lifeless eyes.

“Since my child is dead, I have nothing left. Please, let me go. I don't want anything.”

——

When they were sent to the hospital, the child had no vital signs and they were pushed into the morgue before they even entered the emergency room.

My sister-in-law looked at me with eyes full of pity, but still spoke softly to comfort me, “It's okay, don't worry, Grandpa and I are on your side. It's my brother's fault this time, I will make him apologize to you guys in the future."

As my sister-in -law finished speaking, I had already handed the phone to her.

I showed her Jordon Howell’s status that he just posted two hours ago.

[Before you came into this world, your parents had already begun to love you.]

The accompanying picture was a color ultrasound examination report, which clearly stated, Annette, six weeks pregnant.

Annette Tate was Jordon’s first love.

My sister-in-law's voice suddenly paused and after a moment she spoke again with an angry face, “I 'll call my brother right away. Don't worry, Howell Family will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

I smiled self-deprecatingly and dialed Jordon's number directly. As soon as the call was connected, Jordon's impatient voice came out.

“Are you going to say that the children are being abused in school again? Who dares to touch the Howell Family's children? 

“Don't act pitiful here. I just sent the two children to learn some rules. Do you have to call me over and over again?

“Diana, you really make me sick!”

Before I could say a word, Jordon on the other end of the phone hung up.

I was on speakerphone, so every word of what I said reached my sister-in-law's ears.

Her face turned pale and she trembled for a long time, as if she did not know how to persuade me anymore.

I tried to force a smile, but tears fell down my face as I begged, “Please, I have nothing left, please let me go, I really can’t stand it anymore.”

Before my sister-in-law was about to say something, two policemen walked up to us.

“Excuse me, are you the family of the deceased? The relevant person in charge of the education school has been detained by us and now we need your cooperation in the investigation.”

As soon as I entered the police station, I saw the men who had come to my house to take my daughters yesterday.

I instantly lost my mind and rushed towards them screaming and crying.

“You beasts! You are all beasts! They are only five years old, how could you have the heart to do that to them? How dare you!”

The police immediately hurriedly pulled me away and my sister-in-law hugged me as I lost control of my emotions.

“Diana, don't be like this. Don't worry, the police will handle the case impartially. With our Howell Family here, they will definitely not have a good ending.”

Those men were probably frightened by my madness and huddled in a corner with their lips curled.

“It’s your failure as a mother for not raising your child properly.

“This is how we discipline students here—no punishment, no success. Who would have thought your daughters would be so fragile? Truly unfortunate.”

I pointed at them with trembling fingers, the anger in my heart seemed to be about to explode, until I wished I could tear them into pieces.

A fishy smell rose from my throat, I suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in the Howell Family’s old house. My sister-in-law was standing by my bed with red eyes.

“Diana, are you awake? Don't worry, we have already dealt with the police. We will definitely not let those beasts go this time.”

I stared at the ceiling with empty eyes as I pleaded, “Please, let me go, I have nothing left..."

In fact, I knew in my heart that those beasts in the education school were guilty, but in the final analysis, it was Jordon who sent his two daughters to that hell.

The culprit was not those beasts, but the child’s biological father, Jordon.

My sister-in-law's shoulders froze and then she spoke softly as if she had made up her mind, “Okay, I'll go tell Grandpa.”

Watching my sister-in-law leaving, I finally could not hold back my tears anymore, as if I wanted to cry out all the grievances I had suffered over the years.

I came to the Howell Family when I was eight years old. That year, Jordon was the same age as me.

Mr. Howell and my grandfather were comrades-in-arms, bound by a lifelong friendship after my grandfather saved his life on the battlefield.

After my parents passed away in separate accidents, my grandfather raised me. But when I was eight, he, too, passed away. 

Left alone, I was taken in by Mr. Howell and brought into the Howell Family.

I had to say that over the years, Mr. Howell and my sister-in-law have treated me very well. They truly treated me as a family member and a member of the Howell Family.

So, in the seven years since we got married, no matter how much of a jerk Jordon was, I stayed at home peacefully, gave birth to children for him and took care of the housework for him.

I originally thought that even if I was not loved, my life would be meaningful as long as I was taking care of my two precious daughters.

But then, I had nothing.

I did not know how long it was before my sister-in-law walked into my room again.

“Grandpa asked you to pass.”

When I walked into the old man's room, he was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed, looking at me with eyes full of heartache.

“Diana, you are a good girl. I heard from your sister that you have been wronged over the years.

“The child will be cremated tomorrow. You can leave if you want after that. That brat is not worthy of you. You should not let him keep you from doing this any longer.”

I said nothing and bowed deeply to the old man.

I bent over and watched my tears fall on the wooden floor. I was grateful, grateful to the Howell Family for raising me for more than 20 years.

But there was no way I could forgive Jordon, the executioner who killed my child.

As I returned to the room, Jordon was already waiting in the room. When he saw me, he looked sarcastic.

“What? Are you so impatient to come back and complain to Grandpa? Diana, do you really think that if you appease my grandfather and sister, I will take care of you and live a good life?”

The moment I saw Jordon, the hatred in my heart engulfed me like a tide. I wanted to kill him immediately and send him to hell!

But at the same time, the soft and tender voices of two children rang in my ears again.

“Mom, I like Dad so much. He is the most handsome father in our kindergarten.”

“Mom, we miss Dad so much. Will he come back to accompany us today?”

“We love our mother first in the world and our father second.” 

“Mom, please don’t quarrel with Dad because of us. It's because we are naughty and disobedient," were the last words they said to me before they lost consciousness when I rushed into the school to rescue the children.

I took a deep breath, ignored Jordon, walked straight to the bed and sat down.

Seeing that I did not speak for a long time, Jordon looked a little angry. He threw me on the bed and locked my hands tightly above my head.

“What are you talking about now? Didn't you ask your sister to call me back?”

As he spoke, he leaned over to kiss me. I was unable to struggle free and could only bite his lips hard.

Jordon felt pain and suddenly let go of me and sat up.

“Diana! Are you out of your mind?

“Just looking at you makes me sick. You fool Grandpa with that innocent act, don’t you? You dragged me back here just to play hard to get—how ridiculous.

“It’s your hypocrisy that’s rubbed off on my daughters. They’ve been raised under your influence and look where that’s gotten them.”

I bit my lower lip tightly until I tasted blood, then I spoke softly to interrupt Jordon, “The children are dead.”

Jordon's expression suddenly froze, but after a moment he sneered, “Diana, you really dare to say anything nonsense. Didn't you just find out today that Annette is pregnant? Do you really have to make up such nonsense?”

After saying this, Jordon stood up and walked towards the door.

Before reaching the door, Jordon halted and added coldly, “Since you’ve rejected me, don’t even think about running to Grandpa to complain that I’m ignoring you. That would only make me despise you more.”

After Jordon left, the room became quiet again. I rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, trying to brush away the scent of Jordon that remained on my lips.

Jordon and I were once in love.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, eighteen-year-old Jordon stood in front of me, his ears red with shyness.

“Diana, I want to be good to you. I don't want to be just your brother."

The boy's cheeks flushed, but the determination in his eyes was intoxicating and my heart instantly softened into an ocean.

In the following years, Jordon almost held me in his hands and I did my best to treat him well.

It was not until we were twenty-two that the old man called us over.

“You are both of marriageable age, Diana. Your grandfather saved my life and I am worried about you marrying into another family. What do you think of Jordon?”

From then on, Jordon's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and all that lingering love seemed to have disappeared overnight.

I did not know what happened and Jordon would not tell me the reason.

I got pregnant successfully one year after getting married. Since then, Jordon has been partying every night and almost never stays home, openly showing off his first love in public.

I had argued with him before, but Jordon just looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at a mentally ill lunatic.

"You got what you wanted—you became the Howell Family's daughter-in-law and even bore them a child. So why are you still making a scene?

"Spare me the act of being wronged. It’s nauseating."

From then on, I no longer asked for the reason and just focused on taking care of my two children.