After the Son-in-law Divorced, His Ex-wife's Family Regretted it1
I was the live-in son-in-law of the famous Robertson family in Savannah. For the sake of my daughter, I had endured being called a loser for eight years.
As an orphan, my daughter meant everything to me, but the Robertson family, to please their precious grandson, demanded that my daughter crawl under his legs. Unable to bear it any longer, I decided to divorce the Robertson family.
They mocked me, saying I was nothing without them and finally discarded me, the laughingstock of the city.
I took my daughter and returned to my biological family – the Pritchard family, the wealthiest in Savannah.
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“As long as you crawl under my legs, I’ll let you go today!”
Henry, the five-year-old grandson of the Robertson family, stood with his legs apart, taunting my eight-year-old daughter, Luna.
My daughter, who had been pushed down by Henry, fell onto some broken vase pieces, her hands covered in blood.
I held her close, my heart aching.
“Henry, it was you who tried to snatch Luna’s toy and broke the vase accidentally. Why are you making things difficult for her?”