I Became My Ex-Husband's Early-Deceased White Moonlight​

Summary

In the final days of my life, I grew to despise my daughter.

If not for her, I could have lived a life of wild freedom—I wouldn’t be dying young, worn out from exhaustion.

So I began to torment her.

I made her cook, clean, and serve me endlessly. I watched coldly as she cut her finger chopping vegetables, blood beading like a red jewel.

I grabbed my cane and struck her hard across the back.

“Are you really this useless?” I snarled. “Can’t you do anything right?”

Finally, I called my ex-husband. “Come get your daughter. I can’t handle her anymore.”