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.