Reborn at My Daughter's Celebration
Language: en
I was with Logan for five years. I gave birth to a daughter for him. On the day of our daughter's first-month celebration. I had just finished breastfeeding in the lounge. The moment I came downstairs holding my daughter, a shrill scream rang out in the banquet hall: "Someone help! She stole my baby!" I jerked my head up to see a strange woman rushing toward me, eyes brimming with tears. And my husband stood right beside her, his eyes ice-cold. He shielded the woman and barked orders at the security guards: "Grab her! Don't let this child trafficker get away!" I desperately tried to…