At the mention of Elroy, both mother and daughter showed blissful expressions and walked away hand in hand.
Meanwhile, I stood frozen in place, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Five years ago, after my daughter was diagnosed with uremia, I rushed to the hospital for a compatibility test. Luckily, it was a match.
On the day of the surgery, just as I opened my eyes, I received a video of Sharon being kidnapped.
To save her, I forced myself to inject ten vials of painkillers, then stumbled my way to the location.
But the kidnappers refused to release her no matter what—unless I agreed to film obscene videos.
Looking at Sharon barely hanging onto life beside me, I had no choice but to nod in agreement.
In an instant, dozens of women rushed at me and dragged me into the warehouse.
For three whole days and nights, I was tortured until my surgical wounds split open and I lost my sanity.
Sharon knelt outside the whole time, banging her head on the ground until it was covered in blood.
When I opened my eyes again, not only was I missing a kidney, but my manhood had also been destroyed.
While I was hospitalized, Sharon and my daughter never left my side—but those videos still went viral across the internet.
Plenty of people came all the way to the hospital just to scold me to my face, calling me a pervert.
Saying I cheated on my wife and daughter with trashy women.
Even the company I inherited joined forces to remove me from power.
In total despair, I stood on the rooftop, ready to end my life.
It was Sharon holding Willow’s hand who arrived just in time. They hugged me tightly.
They said no matter what others thought, I would always be the person they loved the most.
At that moment, the fire in my heart rekindled. The warmth of family lit up my soul completely.
So I became a full-time stay-at-home dad, dedicating myself wholeheartedly to caring for them.
But I never imagined that the people who gave me warmth… were the very ones who threw me into hell.
And the two women I trusted more than anyone… would hurt me so recklessly for the same man.
Tears came crashing down. I lost control and ran straight home.
When I opened the door, what met my eyes were rows and rows of family portraits.
For the past five years, on every wedding anniversary, a photographer and makeup artist would come to our home to take family portraits.