The three of them stood together—Connor, Faye, and Hazel—looking every bit like a perfect little family. Yet, in the past six years, Connor had never once celebrated Daisy's birthday or put a birthday hat on her head.

I wanted to shield Daisy's eyes, but she gently pulled my hand away. It was as if she were determined to burn the scene in front of her into her memory.

Esther quickly stepped in to ease the awkwardness. "Hazel and Daisy are both part of this family. You girls should grow up to be the best of sisters, okay?"

Daisy looked up and asked, "Grandma, are you going to be Hazel's grandma, too?"

Esther nodded. "From now on, you'll be the little sister, and Hazel will be the big sister. How does that sound?"

Daisy was only six years old, and they all assumed she wouldn't understand and would accept Hazel into this family without resistance. However, Daisy was sharp for her age. When she heard Esther's reply, something in her seemed to click.

She didn't ask anything more. She just quietly took my hand and said, "Mommy, my birthday's over. Let's go home."

"Connor, that was the second time. You only have one chance left," I thought.

I glanced at him before leaving with Daisy. No one came after us and tried to comfort Daisy, and it was like no one cared about either of us.

…

After that day, Daisy became gloomy. The little girl seemed to be carrying the weight of the world, and I truly didn't know how to comfort her.

All I knew was that somewhere deep in her heart, she still had one last bit of faith for Connor—she believed that if he ever showed her just a little warmth, he could still be her amazing dad.

The art competition was coming up, and I knew Daisy was hoping Connor would show up. So, I reached out first and invited him.

Daisy lifted her head slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she lowered it again and whispered, "Do you think Daddy will come?"

"You'll never know if you don't ask," I told her gently.

I texted Connor in the morning, but he didn't reply even by evening. By nightfall, Daisy's anticipation slowly turned to disappointment. She murmured, "Maybe Daddy just doesn't like me at all."

Then, as if on cue, a message popped up on my phone—it was from Connor. It read, "I'm free tomorrow. I'll be there."

When Daisy saw the message, all her gloominess vanished, and she brightened up completely. "I knew it! Daddy still wants me!"

On the day of the competition, Daisy and I waited at the entrance for a long time. Yet, Connor never showed up. We only went inside when the host urged everyone to take their seats. Even then, Daisy's eyes kept glancing toward the doors, hope and heartbreak flickering in her gaze.

Even as she prepared to go on stage, Daisy's smile never quite returned. When the host asked her about the meaning behind her artwork, she finally lifted her head, and her eyes widened. There, seated among the judges, was Connor.

Daisy thought he had come just for her. Her face lit up again, and she happily explained her drawing, "My painting shows a daughter's wish to go to the amusement park with her dad."

However, Connor didn't vote for Daisy. Instead, he voted for Hazel. Although Daisy still won first place in the end, she started crying when she saw Connor choose Hazel. Even so, she quickly wiped them away and tried to comfort herself.

She asked, "Mommy, Daddy has emotional issues, but he's also really fair. He probably had his reasons, right?"

I held her close, unable to find the right answer.

Connor and I had come from similar backgrounds, and we were introduced through family friends. I had known all along that he couldn't let go of Faye. Yet, I still pursued him and married him anyway.

That was my mistake.

Everyone said Connor was a stubborn man with emotional issues who, once he committed to someone, would never have a change of heart. Despite their warning, I foolishly insisted on this heartbreak. Worse, I dragged Daisy into it and gave her a father who didn't love her.

"I'm sorry, Daisy. Mommy made the wrong choice."

Daisy didn't understand why I was apologizing. She just gently wiped away my tears and said, "Mommy, don't cry."

As Daisy and I huddled together for comfort, Faye suddenly appeared with Hazel. She snapped, "Daisy, how dare you win first place? You obviously copied Hazel's work!"

Neither Daisy nor I understood what was happening. Behind Faye were judges and curious onlookers.

The spectators scrutinized Daisy. "Ms. Snyder is the famous international mystery artist AH. If she says Daisy copied, then Daisy definitely copied."

Daisy and I froze, completely lost on what she was talking about.

Behind Faye came several judges and a small crowd of onlookers, eager to see the drama unfold. Whispers started immediately, with someone saying, "Ms. Snyder is AH—the famous international mystery artist. If she says Daisy copied, then it must be true."

Another chimed in, "Hazel is AH's daughter. There's no way she'd lose to some unknown girl like Daisy unless Daisy stole her idea!"

The mystery artist AH was actually me. Somehow, they believed AH was Faye. The smug look on her face told me everything—I knew then she had stolen my identity.

Faye pointed at Daisy and demanded, "As long as you apologize to Hazel in front of everyone, we'll let it go."

I saw right through her. This wasn't about art—she just wanted to publicly embarrass Daisy. Even if Daisy proved her innocence, people would still whisper and judge, just like they had when she cried in the grocery store at three years old.

I acted quickly, covering Daisy's ears and challenging Faye. "What evidence do you have that Daisy copied?"

Faye placed Daisy's winning piece next to Hazel's second-place work for comparison. "Look at these lines and details—what else could this be but plagiarism?"

Several judges nodded in agreement. "Mrs. Reeves is right. The two paintings are indeed very similar."

I was shocked to hear them calling her Mrs. Reeves. It was no wonder Faye could convince so many judges—she presented herself as Connor's wife.

I was about to explain when Connor approached. He asked, "What's going on?"

Before I could speak, Faye had already launched into her performance, holding both paintings in hand and slipping into her delicate act. "Connor, I'm really not trying to cause trouble… It's just that the evidence is right here."

She continued, "Although I believe Daisy didn't have bad intentions and was just manipulated by someone, plagiarism needs to be stopped early. She's still a child. What if someone's already leading her down the wrong path?"

Faye never mentioned my name but constantly implied I had corrupted Daisy. I desperately argued, "Connor, how could I possibly do something like that?"

Connor rubbed his forehead, looking at me with disappointment. "Averie, can you stop targeting Faye? Look what you've turned Daisy into!"

I stared at him in disbelief.

Daisy pleaded urgently, "Daddy, I didn't copy anyone. Don't you believe me?"

Connor turned to Daisy and sighed. "Daisy, apologize to Hazel."

It was such a simple sentence. But in that moment, something shattered inside Daisy. I watched the light in her eyes go out completely.

I knew then that Connor's last chance was gone.