Before I could respond, Sophie clutched my hand tighter, her tear-filled eyes staring directly at her grandmother. “Grandma Helen… why would you do this to me?” she whispered.
For a moment, Helen’s mask slipped completely. Her gaze shifted to Sophie, and instead of showing any remorse or love for this innocent child, her expression turned cold and cruel.
“Because, Sophie, you are not really mine,” she said with vicious clarity. “You’re not even James’s real daughter. You’re just someone else’s child, and I am tired of pretending otherwise.”
Her words pierced through my heart. Meanwhile, Sophie pressed herself against me, trembling, while I felt rage building in my chest like a volcano about to explode.
That’s when James walked into the kitchen. He took one look at Sophie’s tears, the destroyed cake, and his mother’s satisfied expression. That’s when I saw his face darken like never before.
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