Chapter 1

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.

A father who didn't care about his daughter's upbringing at all.

In my previous two lives, I had always reflected on my own parenting issues.

This life, I finally understood. A child isn't raised by just one person.

Even if I were to be killed by my daughter again, I would drag my husband down with me.

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I believe some people are born bad, but my daughter wasn't one of them.

When I breastfed Lily, she was always hungry.

Although she had no teeth, her little mouth was always strong, bringing tears to my eyes every time she fed.

Once, when I couldn't bear the pain anymore, I gently told her, "Mommy hurts, please eat more gently."

Lily, tiny and soft in my arms, seemed to understand. She slowed down her feeding.

From then on, whenever I breastfed her, she was always gentle and never hurt me again.

When Lily was two, we weren't well off, but I would occasionally buy her small cakes.

Every time, Lily would smile, take the little cake, and toddle over to me, insisting I take the first bite.

Most of the time, I couldn't bear to eat it. Once, I experimentally took a big bite, and Lily didn't get upset at all. She happily ate the rest of the cake.

At that time, I thought I had given birth to an angel.

But I don't know when it started, Lily's personality became increasingly difficult.

When I wouldn't let her eat ice cream, she would complain to her dad and grandmother, saying I pinched her, hit her, and didn't feed her.

At the time, I thought she just couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

But after that, whenever I was slightly unkind to her, she would tell everyone that I, her mother, was abusing her.

At preschool, she fought with her best friend Rachel over a toy. When the teacher just scolded her a bit, she started spreading rumors that the teacher had molested her.

I don't know where she learned that word. Luckily, all the teachers at the preschool were women, otherwise it would have been hard to clear up.

When I exposed her lie, she cried and said she wanted to kill Rachel and the teacher.

Later, she saw other kids playing the piano and said she wanted to play too.

I said the piano was too expensive, that mommy couldn't afford it.

But she cried and begged, and I couldn't resist her persistence, so I still bought her one.

But after buying it, she only played a few times and then refused to play anymore.

I tried to persuade her nicely a few times, but it didn't work.

Then one day when I came home from work, the piano was smashed.

Not just the piano, the whole house was turned upside down.

I thought a thief had broken in and called the police.

After the police investigation, they found that no one had come to our house.

It was all Lily's doing, just so she wouldn't have to play the piano.

After discovering this, I wanted to punish Lily, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. After scolding her a bit, Lily went on a hunger strike in protest.

My heart softened, and I coaxed Lily into eating.

From then on, Lily became increasingly out of control.

Starting in middle school, she often skipped classes. I only found out when her teachers called me.

She was addicted to video games and barely communicated with anyone around her.

If I criticized her a bit, she would curse at me, showing no respect at all.

Regarding Lily's education, both my husband and mother-in-law blamed me, saying I had spoiled her.

I realized myself that the indulgence from her childhood had made Lily uncontrollable. But now it was too late, and she wouldn't listen to me anymore when I tried to discipline her.

If my tone was even slightly off when I spoke to her, she would hold a knife to her own throat, saying she had depression and wanted to kill herself.

I was scared out of my wits and quickly tried to comfort her.

To prevent her from committing suicide, I gave in to whatever she wanted.

My husband wanted to send Lily to a school that specialized in troubled kids.

I cried and begged him not to, saying they really abused children there, and if Lily really became depressed, we would regret it too late.

But Lily found out about this and stole money to run away from home.

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