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?"