His Adopted Daughter Beat Our Own Child

The night I went into labor, my husband, Marco, got a desperate call from his adopted daughter, Livia. She said someone was following her, that she was going to die. Marco did not even look back. He pushed me into the family safe room and ordered every bodyguard to go with him. "Elena, I'm locking the door to protect you. I'll take her to the doctor and come straight back." I called to him through the door. I told him I was bleeding, that the baby might not wait for him. Twelve hours later the safe room opened again. I lived. My daughter Sofia did not. By then, Marco had already taken Livia to Switzerland and sent a lawyer to serve me divorce papers. He claimed that only as her husband could he get her admitted to the family's best private clinic. I signed the papers and left Cold Harbor with my child's ashes. Five years later I was at a harbor cleanup with my daughter when I ran into Marco again. He looked at my volunteer vest and Mia's worn little sneakers, then sneered and shoved a stack of cash at me. "You stayed away for five years just to raise my daughter like this?" Before I could tell him he had the wrong child, Livia dug her fingers into Mia's arm. Later, they locked me…

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