In my twitter, I saw a post from Charles and Sarah at a Mercedes dealership, posing with flowers and their new car.

The caption read: [No one loves me like Dad. Dad is the best! ]

I called Charles, but he didn't answer.

When I rushed home in a panic, I found the bedroom in complete disarray.

All my valuable bags and jewelry were gone.

There were only some worthless clothes scattered on the floor.

I took out my phone to call the police but hesitated, thinking about the new car Charles had just bought for Sarah.

Just then, the door opened.

Charles walked in with the bouquet from the dealership. Seeing the mess, he gently placed the flowers in my arms, saying, "These are for you. Don't be mad, honey. I'll get a cleaning service to tidy up. I took our daughter to get the new car, and she's thrilled. She even forgave you for hitting her today, but you should still apologize. You did hit her, after all."

I pushed Charles' hand away. "Where are my bags and jewelry?"

Looking hurt, Charles replied, "All the money is with you. What was I supposed to do? You hit her and left. I had to comfort her somehow. The only way was to sell your things to buy the car..."

There was no money left. What I earned, they spent even more.

Just her tutoring fees cost tens of thousands each month.

Her grades were the result of my hard-earned money.

After work, I had to check her homework and push her to study, but Charles only cared about taking her to eat delicious food and spending my money to make her happy.

I knew she was closer to him, but I thought that playing good cop, bad cop was necessary for her to grow up well.

I believed she would eventually understand me.

Instead, I was met with betrayal and abandonment.

Anger boiled over as I looked at Charles' shameless face. "Do you know how much you spend each month? There's no money left! We just finished paying off the mortgage for house last month. How dare you sell my things?"

Charles frowned and, after a moment, said, "Celia, don't be so petty. We're family. Money can be earned back, but our daughter's happiness is priceless!"

"Happiness? You make it sound easy."

My words had barely left my mouth when Sarah burst into tears. "I hate you, Celia! You don't love me at all!"

With that, she stormed out of the house, slamming the door.

Charles turned and yelled at me, "If anything happens to Sarah, you'll regret it!"

He then ran after her.