Raised Enemy’s Daughter for Twelve Long Years
My wife, Elena Shaw, brought home a baby girl and told me she was the orphaned daughter of a distant cousin. She asked me to raise her as my own.
However, I knew the truth — the girl’s biological father was the man who killed my father.
I wanted to throw her out.
Then, Elena showed me a single photograph. The moment I saw it, I accepted the child without another word.
For twelve years, I washed her clothes, cooked her meals and sent her to an elite private school. I never scolded her, even when she pointed at me and called me a pathetic coward.
Our relatives all said that I had lost my mind.
Then, on her thirteenth birthday, Elena asked me to sign over my shares of the company.
My mot