My Stolen Daughter, My Shattered Life

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nce filled with forced laughter, now echoed with a chilling silence, littered with discarded balloons an

dangerous. He stalked towards me, his hands balled into fists.

and on his arm. "Brad, darling, calm down. She's just... upset. It's b

y accused you! She called the police! She made us a laughingstock!

onotone, devoid of any emotion. "You mean the one built on lies, deceit, and adultery?

cker of fear replacing t

ng to regain control. "You're clearly unwell. Th

your wife for three years, swapping babies at birth, and then plotting to have her loc

shed crimson. He lunged at me, grabbing my arm, his grip bruising. "You

him down. "Or are you simply terrified that your metic

re, by the utter coldness in my eyes. He had ex

oft, almost a whisper. "You're delusional. You need to apolog

o had pretended to be my friend, my confidante, my savior. The woman who had slept with my husband on my desk, who had he

usea. My mind replayed the images of her with Brad, the whispers, the plotting. The

s no point. No battle left to fight with them.

oice cut through the air. She ran forward, grabbing Brad'

ps. "You see, Joanna? Even Chloe knows. You're scaring her." He pulled Chl

gaining its menacing coldness. "You pushed it too far, Joanna. You're unstable. For your own good, you need to be put away." He

es who will drug me into submission, at your command? The ones who will decl

the best, Joanna. You're clearly not well. And I will no

to it. "You endangered Chloe by lying to me for three years, by replac

ke iron. "You will go to your room, and you will stay there. W

the charming playboy, not the loving husband, but a cold,

ng voice reached us from t

ure in her nightgown, her eyes wide

," Brad said, his voice instant

ing! You're making Daddy mad!" She reached me, her small ha

ild, the one I had loved, now openly rejected me, pushed me away. It was a final, devastating blow. I watched

already dead, shattered into

It's alright, darling. Daddy will protect y

te strength surged through me. My daughter. My real daught

ed in his chest. A cold, hard resolve set into my jaw. They could have this

ded a drink. Something strong. My hand reached for a glass, then the ket

ad was pouring himself a glass of water, soothing her. "Mommy, s

w," I said, my

le. "Mommy's mean! She doesn't want me!" She ga

ain shot up my arm as the hot liquid splashed over me. I g

a! What did you do? You almost hurt Chl

Only a profound, chilling numbness. I looked at Br

"this is what happens when you build your life on lies, Brad. It

ed to our bedroom, a strange sense of peace settling over me. I heard Brad callin

lick of the lock, a small, definitive sound, echoed in the s