My Daughter, the Liar Chapter 2

My daughter never expected me to react this way. Her red-rimmed eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

Seeing that she wasn't moving, I gave the suitcase another push.

"If you don't leave now, it's going to get dark. I'll mail the rest of your stuff to you later."

"You old..." She paused, her meager brain struggling to process the situation. When it finally clicked, she let out a cold scoff. "Hah. To stop me from killing myself, you're actually willing to agree to me and Tyler?"

She waved her hand dismissively, putting on a show of profound generosity.

"Forget it. I understand you're getting old and can't bear to be without me. I don't have to leave. However, from now on, you are not allowed to interfere in my life. And you need to deposit $3,000 into my account every month. How I spend it is none of your business."

In that moment, from the bottom of my heart, I felt truly pathetic.

From the moment she was born, my husband and I had pampered her. We held her in our mouths, afraid she'd melt; we held her in our hands, afraid she'd break.

But to our utter shock, she grew up to be a compulsive liar, constantly making up excuses to demand money.

Every time I dropped her off at my mom's house, my mom would notice cash missing from her wallet afterward.

Back then, my husband advocated for a severe punishment so she would learn her lesson.

But I believed it was because we hadn't given her enough of a sense of security. I believed girls should be raised with abundance so they wouldn't be easily tempted.

Over the years, I did everything in my power to give her the best. Whatever other kids had, I made sure she had too.

And in the end? I gave my life for her, and her very first reaction was to film a video to create false evidence against me, and then use the tragedy to livestream and make money.

"You're wrong."

I sighed, shook my head, and patted her shoulder.

"Mom is getting old. I can't control you anymore, and honestly, I don't want to. Starting today, whether you go to school or not is up to you. Who you date is up to you. You can leave this house whenever you want."

"But $3,000 is simply too much. Mom can't afford it. You should go find someone else to be your mother."

"I knew you were just saying this to spite me! Just you wait, I'm not coming home tonight!"

My daughter screamed, slammed the door, and stormed out.

She still thought I was just bluffing.