As for me and Lily, we are doing well.
I turned the house into a real home. I planted a small garden in the backyard where Lily plays every evening.
I go to work, come back to my daughter, and live a quiet, peaceful life.
Sometimes I think about that night when my mother told me to leave my own house with my newborn. It was the most painful moment of my life.
But it was also the moment that forced me to become strong.
I learned that family is not always blood. Family is the people who choose to protect you, not the ones who try to take from you.
I protected my daughter. I protected our home. And I finally protected myself.
That was the best revenge of all.
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