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.

I was extremely alert and said to Emily calmly, "I am just too sad."

Emily smiled sweetly, but her smile looked somewhat familiar to me.

I looked up at table beside our bed, where there was a solo photo of Emily taken when she was four years old.

She was in a yellow dress, smiling brightly and innocently among a field of brilliant sunflowers. At that time, I liked Emily's smile in this photo so much that I applied this photo as my profile photo on WhatsApp, and then I printed it out and placed it on the bedside table.

I felt a little creepy because Emily's current smile was exactly the same as the one in this photo.

Emily had already turned around and walked out. I was completely confused. I subconsciously picked up my phone and wanted to look through the photos I had taken of Emily.

I liked to record. Since Emily was born, I had taken pictures of her every day. My phone was full of photos of Emily.

My hands were shaking my hands when I discovered that Emily hadn't grown taller from last year.

Before she was five years old, Emily was closer to me, so I was the one who took care of everything including buying clothes for her and measuring her height.

But after she was five years old, Emily resisted being with me but liked Bell more. She let Bell to buy her clothes and pick her up from school.

Emily would even avoid my touch. This past year, Emily had been finding fault with me every day and making things difficult for me in various ways. I was exhausted just dealing with her messy requests.

Only then did I discover something that I had ignored for a long time.

Was it possible for young children who were in the growth period and did not grow taller for a whole year?

When I thought carefully about the changes that happened to Emily, I realized that they started on Children's Day last year.

That day, Bell was rarely kind towards Emily. I had dressed Emily up beautifully in a blue dress and wanted to take her to the amusement park.

But Bell forcefully took Emily away, saying that his colleague had given him two tickets to the aquarium and he wanted to take Emily to there.

Even though I said I would buy a ticket and go with them, Bell frowned impatiently and said, "Have you made a penny? How dare you spend my money? A ticket costs four hundred and fifty dollars. Just stay at home. Emily is my biological daughter, I can't do anything bad to her."

I thought it might be because I had never left Emily for a single day since she was born, so I was too anxious about leaving her.

I thought it would be good to let Emily spend more time with Bell.

So I sat anxiously in the living room for the whole afternoon. In the evening, Emily hugged Bell's neck, and they looked very intimate.

I finally felt relieved.

I had an inexplicable intuition that my child had been switched.

The person who came back that day was not my biological daughter Emily, who loved staying with me, but a stranger.

At that moment, there was news on my mobile phone. In the past, I would not have been bothered to check it.

But when I saw the title, I checked the article for some reason.

"Ten major differences in physical performance between children and adults! You must know these little-known facts!"

I took out the clothes that were packed in the suitcase one by one.

I became rational and clam and looked completely different from the weak and humble housewife.

I knew I couldn't go on like this.

Because of my negligence, Emily had been suffering somewhere in the world.

I couldn't have any flaws, so I put on a normal and gentle smile and went out to cook and do the housework.

Bell and Emily looked at me and smiled with satisfaction.

I smiled too. Before going to bed, I said flatteringly, "Emily, can I give you a bath?"

Emily looked at me and then at Bell.

Maybe they were scared because I was too determined when I proposed divorce just now.

Bell nodded, and Emily obediently followed me into the bathroom.

I patiently washed Emily's hair, face. Everything was normal. Even the mole on her back was exactly the same.

Maybe it was because mother and daughter were connected by heart, when I looked at the girl in front of me, I didn't feel close to her.

Even if there was nothing unusual, I could tell that she was not my daughter.