No Pain, No Gain
I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day.
I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings.
She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in."
She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together."
After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you."
Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake.
From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.