My wife and I adopted a newborn baby girl. When she was seven years old, my wife got pregnant. I WAS STUNNED when I heard WHAT my wife said, leaving the hospital

Emily cried until evening, until her father came. «Why did you do that? Why did you tell her?» he attacked his wife, learning the reason for his daughter’s tears. «There’s no point hiding it anymore. People will tell her about our differences anyway. Better she knows the truth than hears hurtful gossip.»

«Maybe you’re right,» John said quietly. «But you should have told her differently. Waited for me from work. We could have told her together.» From that day, Mary got it into her head that Emily would start revenge and do something bad to her brothers.

«Could a non-biological daughter do something bad to my biological sons?» constantly spun in the woman’s head. «She could,» came the answer right away. «We don’t know who her parents are. What genes she has. They told us her mom gave birth at fourteen and a half. Clearly a wayward mom she had. At that age, I was still jumping rope in school. No, we shouldn’t have taken Emily. We made a big mistake. But who knew? Many learn from their mistakes.»

Mary started constantly watching Emily. And as soon as she approached her brothers, she immediately yelled: «Get away from them!» The girl, sniffling, stepped back.

She felt like an outsider and unwanted. The times when they had no biological sons but already had Emily seemed distant and unreal to Mary. Were they happy as three?

Or was it just an illusion? Mary realized she hadn’t felt maternal love until she held her firstborn Michael to her chest. Emily turned thirteen.

She was growing into a beauty with huge expressive eyes. Only those eyes held an unchildlike sadness. Emily came alive in her father’s presence, who spent a lot of time with her, let her babysit her brothers.

Emily was happy. After her mom distanced herself, it was nice to see her father’s love and support. «Watch your daughter!» Mary told her husband.

«She’s at that age! She might make you a grandpa! Her mom was an early bloomer!» «What a woman, what a mother!» «I’m not her mother! I’m a mother to my sons! By the way, you could spend more time with your own kids, but you’re always fussing with this one!»

«Michael and David get enough attention. You don’t step away from them.» «I’m scared, John! Scared that Emily might do something bad to them!» «Enough, Mary! You’ve completely crushed the girl! Made a monster out of her! Emily is a kind girl. She loves her brothers!»

«Brothers!» Mary grumbled discontentedly. With each year, Mary became stricter toward the growing daughter. Emily turned sixteen.

All her friends used makeup, but Mary refused to buy her any. She forbade wearing dresses. «Wear pants!» she said.

«No need to bare your legs!» Once Emily asked her father to buy her a dress. «What’s going on here?» John was indignant.

«Mary, why don’t you buy Emily a dress?» «I’m watching your daughter as best I can, since you’ll blame me. You’ll say I didn’t watch if she brings home a baby.» «What nonsense!»

«Nonsense? She’s completely out of hand, the brat.» «I’m holding her in check with all my might, and you make concessions. Always defend her, indulge her whims. She wanted a dress. Why does she need a dress? To attract suitors?»…