The Cheater Father who Only Loved His SonChapter 1
My dad hadn’t just cheated on my mom—he had messed with her car. The brakes had failed. My mom and I had gotten into a car accident. We had barely made it to the hospital.
While we had been fighting for our lives, my dad had signed a waiver to stop our treatment—and at the same time, he had agreed to donate our organs.
Why?
Because his mistress had given him a son. And that illegitimate son had been dying of kidney failure. It had turned out that my mom and I had been a perfect match for his transplant.
But then, I was given a second chance to live. I woke up on the day of the accident—before everything had gone wrong.
I had looked at my dad’s phony smile, at my mom’s tired face, worn down from years of sacrifice and I had made a vow:
‘This time, that cheating bastard and his mistress wouldn’t get away with it.’
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I had always known my dad had never wanted me. Just because I had been a girl.
He had been obsessed with having a son—always saying the Marshall family legacy would die without one. As if we had been some kind of royalty.