To Save My Sociopath Daughter, I Had to Fix My Husband First

In the delivery room, my husband Jack was grinning as he held our daughter.

"Emma, you're awake. This is our little girl."

Looking at our daughter in the swaddle, I clenched my fists, my whole body trembling.

I knew that when my daughter grew up, she would kill me.

This was my third reincarnation. In my previous two lives, I had died at my daughter's hands.

My daughter was born evil, an ungrateful wolf that could never be tamed.

I raised my hand high.

"Emma, what are you doing?" My husband looked at me in horror.

"Slap!"

I struck my husband across the face.