She Denied Our Daughter, so I'll Find Her a New Mom

My wife, Lillian Harmon, skips our daughter's birthday party to celebrate her male assistant’s birthday instead.

We run into them at the restaurant.

My daughter, Rosetta Coleman, runs over and hugs her. She calls out, "Mom."

But Lillian pushes her away coldly and pretends not to know her.

She turns and wraps her arms around Marcus Fisher while explaining, "I have no idea where this brat came from. She's just randomly calling strangers her mom."

Rosetta is hurt and confused.

She is on the verge of tears as she asks, "Why did Mommy pretend not to know me?"

I hold her and say, "You got the wrong person. Your mom is in Marindale."

Right away, I file for divorce and take Rosetta to Marindale.

But Lillian loses her mind and chases after us to beg for our forgiveness.

I keep her out of our lives and find Rosetta a new mother.

My ex-wife, Lillian Harmon, managed to find out where my daughter, Rosetta Coleman, and I were living now, though I had no idea how she did it. She kept hanging around my doorstep, demanding that I let her in.

Having reached the end of my rope, I threw the door open and gave her a stern warning. "Ma'am, if you continue to trespass on private property, I'll call the cops!"

At those words, her expression hardened. Confusion and disbelief clouded her face. "Daniel, you weren't like this before… We've been married for a decade…"

I sneered, "Oh? In that case, just how was I before?"

Lillian parted her lips, but she couldn't come up with an answer.

I hadn't changed. My attitude toward her had.

We had been secretly married for ten years, and Rosie was nine now. Yet, Lillian never once treated us kindly, nor did she ever acknowledge us as her family.

It all started because she had gotten drunk, slept with me, and ended up pregnant with Rosie. Lillian believed I took advantage of her, resulting in her getting pregnant out of wedlock and being forced to marry me.

For Rosie's sake, I constantly tried to mend our relationship, fruitlessly putting in effort, only to be met with cold indifference. I had done that for a decade. Now that my heart had gone cold and I was no longer catering to her every whim, Lillian wasn't used to it.

"Where's Rosie? And why are there women's clothes on the couch?" Lillian craned her neck to peer into my house. Then, she tensed up.

Rosie was the nickname I had given our daughter. Lillian had never used it before. This was a first.

"Rosie is out playing with her mother. As for the clothes on the couch, they belong to my newlywed wife," I explained calmly.

Lillian took an abrupt step back. Her hand trembled as she reached out to steady herself against the doorframe.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and a flash of pure shock crossed her face. "How... How could you marry another woman?