To Save My Sociopath Daughter, I Had to Fix My Husband First
Language: en
In the delivery room, my husband Jack was grinning as he held our daughter. "Emma, you're awake. This is our little girl." Looking at our daughter in the swaddle, I clenched my fists, my whole body trembling. I knew that when my daughter grew up, she would kill me. This was my third reincarnation. In my previous two lives, I had died at my daughter's hands. My daughter was born evil, an ungrateful wolf that could never be tamed. I raised my hand high. "Emma, what are you doing?" My husband looked at me in horror. "Slap!" I struck my husband across the face. A father who didn't…