The Day My Daughter Chose Her Over Me - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Lydia's calm mask slipped.
Jealousy clawed at her composure, threatening to rip it apart.
With no witnesses except a mute girl cowering in the corner, Lydia seized her chance—her fingers closed around my throat like a vise.
This is it.
Push her just a little further, and she'll snap.
Lydia's breath was hot against my face as she hissed, "What does your little victory even mean? Nolan's protection is mine. I'll recover. I'll come back. And when I do, I'll drag you down from that high horse of yours myself."
Good.
If no one else dared to cross me, Lydia would.
All I had to do was stoke her rage.
And then—there. Her control shattered.
"You scheming witch!" she spat, fingers tightening. "Nolan was supposed to be mine! His love, his child—all of it! You stole everything from me!"
Her voice cracked with venom. "He used to adore me. But then you came along, and suddenly, I was nothing. My own husband turned cold because of you!"
A wild, desperate laugh escaped her. "Yes, I framed you. I made sure the Nolans believed I was the victim. And why shouldn't I? It was all mine to begin with!"
The mute girl let out a strangled cry, lunging forward—but Lydia kicked her hard, sending her crumpling to the ground.
"Stay down, you useless thing!" Lydia snarled.
The second her grip loosened, I gasped for air.
Lydia's laugh was ice. "Almost fell for your little game. I want you dead—but not by my hand. No, your death has to turn the Nolans against you… and straight into my arms."
She dragged me, weak and stumbling, out of the basement and into the woods.
Then—the act.
A blade pressed into my palm. Her hand guiding mine to her own throat. A staged struggle, just as the Nolans arrived with reinforcements.
Declan's voice was raw. "Mom… I thought you'd changed."
Jasper looked sick. "Don't make me hate you. Even the mute—how could you?"
So they brought her to testify against me?
Lydia's performance was flawless. "Nolan, help me! She's going to kill me!" Her sobs echoed, twisting the scene in her favor.
Nolan didn't hesitate.
A gun cocked. A shot rang out.
White-hot pain exploded in my wrist—the blade clattered to the ground. Jasper kicked it away before I could move.
Lydia collapsed into Nolan's arms, shooting me a look of pure triumph.
Nolan's gaze was unreadable. "Cora… when will you stop this?"
Blood dripped from my wrist. His frown deepened. "Come here. Let me bandage it. Once you heal… you'll leave. And when you've learned your lesson, I'll bring you home."
Home?
I yanked the arrow from my wrist. Gasps erupted around me.
"Mom, have you lost your mind?!" Jasper shouted.
I didn't answer.
With one swift motion, I drove the arrow into my own throat.
Jealousy clawed at her composure, threatening to rip it apart.
With no witnesses except a mute girl cowering in the corner, Lydia seized her chance—her fingers closed around my throat like a vise.
This is it.
Push her just a little further, and she'll snap.
Lydia's breath was hot against my face as she hissed, "What does your little victory even mean? Nolan's protection is mine. I'll recover. I'll come back. And when I do, I'll drag you down from that high horse of yours myself."
Good.
If no one else dared to cross me, Lydia would.
All I had to do was stoke her rage.
And then—there. Her control shattered.
"You scheming witch!" she spat, fingers tightening. "Nolan was supposed to be mine! His love, his child—all of it! You stole everything from me!"
Her voice cracked with venom. "He used to adore me. But then you came along, and suddenly, I was nothing. My own husband turned cold because of you!"
A wild, desperate laugh escaped her. "Yes, I framed you. I made sure the Nolans believed I was the victim. And why shouldn't I? It was all mine to begin with!"
The mute girl let out a strangled cry, lunging forward—but Lydia kicked her hard, sending her crumpling to the ground.
"Stay down, you useless thing!" Lydia snarled.
The second her grip loosened, I gasped for air.
Lydia's laugh was ice. "Almost fell for your little game. I want you dead—but not by my hand. No, your death has to turn the Nolans against you… and straight into my arms."
She dragged me, weak and stumbling, out of the basement and into the woods.
Then—the act.
A blade pressed into my palm. Her hand guiding mine to her own throat. A staged struggle, just as the Nolans arrived with reinforcements.
Declan's voice was raw. "Mom… I thought you'd changed."
Jasper looked sick. "Don't make me hate you. Even the mute—how could you?"
So they brought her to testify against me?
Lydia's performance was flawless. "Nolan, help me! She's going to kill me!" Her sobs echoed, twisting the scene in her favor.
Nolan didn't hesitate.
A gun cocked. A shot rang out.
White-hot pain exploded in my wrist—the blade clattered to the ground. Jasper kicked it away before I could move.
Lydia collapsed into Nolan's arms, shooting me a look of pure triumph.
Nolan's gaze was unreadable. "Cora… when will you stop this?"
Blood dripped from my wrist. His frown deepened. "Come here. Let me bandage it. Once you heal… you'll leave. And when you've learned your lesson, I'll bring you home."
Home?
I yanked the arrow from my wrist. Gasps erupted around me.
"Mom, have you lost your mind?!" Jasper shouted.
I didn't answer.
With one swift motion, I drove the arrow into my own throat.
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