
Our Cursed Life After My Husband's Stepmother Died






Summary
On the day my daughter was born, my husband's stepmother committed suicide by slitting her wrists in our bedroom. What was more devastating was that my daughter also mysteriously died. To alleviate our grief, my husband and I adopted an abandoned baby girl. From that day on, my life plunged into an abyss. Because the adopted girl was a demon. For 16 years, I exhausted myself trying to discipline her. But in return, the adopted daughter ruthlessly pushed me off the rooftop. And the last words she whispered in my ear sent chills down my spine. She said, “Markus has always belonged to me alone.”
Chapter 1
In the last moments of my life, I saw my daughter Lila's face, vibrant and bright, yet filled with cruelty and murderous intent.
She had dosed me with a heavy amount of sleeping pills, rendering me completely immobile.
She kept slapping my face relentlessly and beat every inch of my body with a stick until I was bruised all over.
For three hours, the daughter I raised treated me less than human, filling my heart with despair.
This was the beloved daughter I had loved and protected all my life.
Desperate tears streamed down my face.
Lila, facing my tears, showed no mercy but instead whispered in my ear.
“Mom. No, perhaps, I should call you daughter-in-law.”
The next second, the words she uttered sent a chill down my spine:
“I told you sixteen years ago, Markus would ultimately be mine.”
Hearing her words, I widened my eyes in terror.
As I struggled to make a sound with my mouth blocked, Lila became even more excited.
She dragged me to the edge of the rooftop and then mercilessly pushed me off.
As I looked at the demon I had raised, I closed my eyes in despair.
In the last fading moment of consciousness, Lila's face gradually merged with Jessica's, taking my memories back to sixteen years ago...