My daughter had been acting strange lately.

She was only six years old, but she acted like she was an old woman.

Even when I went to pick her up from school, she burst into tears and said, "You're old and ugly. I don't want you to pick me up from school."

I was heartbroken.

But when I was giving her a bath, I found that she had 28 teeth.

Young children like her generally had only 20 baby teeth.

I felt desperate for an instant.

My hands were trembling, and I slowly looked at the little girl in front of me.

She gave a malicious smile.

"You're so ugly. I don't want you but my dad to pick me up!" Her sharp cry attracted the attention of everyone around.

I felt a little embarrassed when I noticed the strange looks from other parents.

Since I gave birth to Emily, my weight had soared from 90 kilograms to 130 kilograms.

Later, I was busy taking care of her and didn't care about losing weight or dressing up. I just wanted to take care of her until she entered elementary school, and then I would return to the workplace.

My hands were shaking a little, and I forced a smile and said, "Baby, Daddy has to work, and it's the same if I come to pick you up."

Emily had two ponytails, wore a beautiful dress with little stars on it, and had pink nail polish on her hands. Although she was only six years old, she looked mature.

She pouted and said, "What can a loser like you do? You don't even give me a hundred dollars to spend."

I felt exhausted and wondered why my lovely and sensible daughter became like this.

I remembered that Emily could understand my feeling since she could speak.

Emily was only three years old at that time and could enter kindergarten.

The beauty salon owner, Zoey, whom I knew before, opened a branch. She felt that I was knowledgeable about beauty projects and was gentle and talkative, so she asked me if I would like to be the manager of her branch.

However, Bell Ford disagreed. He smashed a lot of things at home and yelled at me, "Who will do the housework if you go to work? Who will take care of Emily?"

I explained, "We can let your mom..."

Before I could finish my words, Bell slapped me in the face and said, "How dare you treat my mother as a nanny? Alice, I married you to relieve my mother's pressure not to impose pressure on her."

Bell slapped me so hard that I was stunned. My husband, who was handsome and kind before marriage, showed his true side after marriage.

Emily cried, and her face turned red. She stood in front of me and said, "Don't bully my mother. Go away."

Bell looked at Emily in disgust and said, "Damn it, I raised you up, but you're so ungrateful. Didn't I just slap your mother?"

I held Emily in my arms. I didn't want her to lose her father's love at such a young age.

So I compromised, "It's okay, I'll go to work when Emily goes to elementary school."

Only then was Bell satisfied.

Emily liked staying around with me since she was a child. When I did housework, she followed me, running around to bring me water and hand me a towel.

Bell was a sales manager. He got drunk every night and yelled when he got home.

Emily kept avoiding him, quietly hugged my neck, and said that she didn't like Bell.

But not knowing since when Emily began to hate me and like Bell more.

This made me gradually put aside my original idea of divorcing and leaving with Emily after I found a job.

I squatted down and said patiently, "Emily, let's buy ice cream, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Emily looked at me with a malicious smile, spit on my face, and said, "I don't want to eat that cheap stuff."

After saying that, Emily sat on the ground and burst into tears, saying, "Why did you push me? I want my daddy. You are a bad mother!"

The kindergarten teacher came over and said in a somewhat accusing tone, "Emily's mother, even if you are angry, you can't hit the child."

I felt a little tired. Emily had been a habitual liar over the past year. She loved dressing up and spending money and had no manners at all. If you ignored her appearance but only looked at her behavior, you would find she was no different from the village women.

Fortunately, a parent who had been paying attention to us spoke up for me, "This little girl sat down by herself. She is slandering her mother."

The teacher looked a little embarrassed and stood there.

"Hello? Dad! Come pick me up! Mom hit me and scolded me!"

While no one was paying attention to her, Emily snatched the phone from my pocket and called Bell.

I didn't know what Bell said on the other end of the phone, but Emily giggled. Her voice sounded surprisingly tender, not as childish or innocent as a child.

Other parents left with their children one by one, but I was standing stupidly behind my indifferent daughter.

Later, Bell drove over. Before the car's door was opened, Emily ran over enthusiastically. Bell came out with a gentle face and hugged Emily, saying, "Oh, my baby, why are you unhappy?"

Emily rubbed Bell's ears and said, "I want you to pick me up."

I looked at the scene in front of me and felt something was wrong.

Although they were father and daughter, Emily was six years old now. She had developed well and was already tall, like a teenage girl. Everyone knew that when a girl grew up, she should not be too intimate with her father.

It was a bit inappropriate. If others saw it, they would misunderstand.

I walked over and whispered, "Emily, you are already six years old. You should not be too intimate with men. Can you let me hug you?"

Bell pushed me away impatiently and said, "Alice, don't be crazy.

"You can't stand seeing me getting close to my daughter, right? Why're you so annoying?"

Emily put her arms around Bell's neck provocatively and looked at me smugly.

I was silent and thought they looked like a couple. For the first time, I doubted myself that if there was necessary for me to stay in this family.

I had been staying here just for Emily before, but now Emily didn't need me anymore.

I thought I should get a divorce, leave Emily to Bell, and let them do whatever they wanted.

But whenever I had such thoughts, I recalled Emily's sweet sound of calling me.

After all, I gave birth to Emily after being pregnant for ten months.

Would it be fine if I left Emily with Bell who was emotional?

While I was thinking, Bell drove away with Emily, leaving me alone standing there staring at the car leaving.

I walked towards the bus stop with a wry smile. This happened before.

It only took seven years for me to become a housewife disliked by everyone from a manager with an annual salary of three hundred thousand dollars.

What did marriage bring me?

When I got home, Bell and Emily were already lying on the sofa.

They looked like pigs waiting for food.

I closed the door and changed my shoes. Bell looked up from his phone and said, "You came back so late. Do you want to starve us to death?"

I couldn't bear it any longer and said in a cold tone, "You came back first, why didn't you cook?"

Bell said with contempt, "You stay at home every day and don't make any money. Are you even not willing to do some housework?"

I said in a sharp tone, "Bell, you should understand that if it weren't for you, I would have gone out to work three years ago."

Bell said rudely, "You blame me for everything. You are too lazy to go to work. It has nothing to do with me."

I angrily picked up a cup and threw it on the ground. I couldn't vent my anger at all.

Why on earth did I live my life like this? Bell and I were in the same college. He was a year older than me. We fell in love on campus and entered society, and our relationship has been very stable.

So after Bell proposed to me, I agreed without hesitation. The key point was that Bell looked handsome and well-mannered and his future seemed to be promising. My parents also liked him, so we got married quickly and prepared to have children.

It was not until I gave birth to Emily that Bell's true side were revealed.

Bell was indeed irritable, chauvinistic, extremely inferior, and sensitive. He felt that everyone looked down on him and thought he was incompetent. Even after he became the sales manager, he became even more irritable.

Moreover, he always relied on his mother.

Because Bell's mother said that I gave birth to a daughter, so even Bell looked down on me.

"Don't bully my dad!" Emily screamed. She jumped up from the sofa like crazy and pushed me onto the broken pieces of the cup on the ground.

I felt painful, and blood gushed out from my right hand. When I raised my eyes, I saw a hint of joy in Emily's eyes.

She looked at me who was injured, and it seemed that she had vented her anger.

The last bit of tenderness and hesitation in my heart disappeared.

I stood up and said tiredly, "Let's get a divorce, Bell."

Bell stood up from the sofa and sneered, "Divorce?"

He said in a threatening tone, "Even if we get divorced, Emily won't live with you. You don't have a job or house..."

Before Bell finished speaking, I said, "I don't want the custody of Emily. I will just let her be with you."

I noticed there was a barely perceptible flash of panic in Bell's eyes and felt like my anger that had been pent up for many years had finally found an outlet to vent.

Every time I asked him to divorce in the past, Bell threatened me with Emily's custody. If it were in the past, I would definitely endure it for Emily until she went to elementary school. After I found a job, I would be able to fight for Emily's custody.

Emily had broken my heart in the past year. Since she liked Bell more, I would just let her live with Bell.

This was a good thing for all three of us.

But strangely, Emily and Bell were both panicked.

I went to the room to pack my luggage, and Emily came over quietly and begged me not to divorce Bell.

I originally thought that she couldn't bear to leave me, but when I looked into her eyes, I actually saw a hint of murderous intent in them.

My hands that were packing my luggage paused, and I felt scared.

Her looked didn't look like that of a 6-year-old girl at all.