As I walked into the house, I finally saw my daughter. In my past life, after I was released from prison, I learned that Fred and Megan had sold her to human traffickers when I was in jail. I could not help but cry and hug my sweet little girl tightly and all I wanted to do was to hug her forever.
Unfortunately, before long, Fred arrived. Seeing his angry face, I asked Mrs. Lana, the nanny, to take my little girl away.
Without saying a word, Fred started to pull his punches toward me. The beating kept raining down on me without stopping.
Looking at his crazed expression, I knew that he was beyond furious. However, this time, I was not afraid. These beatings would only harden my resolve to take my revenge on them.
The intense pain made me lose consciousness. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Seeing me wake up, Mrs. Lana bought me a bowl of porridge. She looked at me with a pitying gaze. "Ma'am, are you alright? This is the third time this month."
Usually, in the past, I would get angry and scold her for meddling. I also defended Fred in front of her. However, this time, I only asked weakly, "Where is my husband?".
"Master left the house this early morning."