The Second Chance of Love

When my parents divorced, they fought over who got to keep my little sister. As for me, they couldn't get rid of me fast enough.

In the end, I was handed off to my dad.

My mom, clutching my sister's hand, stood by and sneered as she watched my father slap me across the face. "Hit her harder," she said with a smirk. "Beat her to death and save yourself the trouble of raising her."

That was the day I moved into my father's new home and met his new wife. She scooped me up the moment I walked through the door. "From now on, I'm your mother. Got it?"