Daddy, Mommy is Waiting for You

On a stormy night, I knelt before my father, my shirt soaked in blood, one rib shattered, gasping for breath through the pain. “You don’t deserve the name Victor,” he spat, crushing my fingers under his polished shoe. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes looked at me like I was a dead dog. “Our family’s legacy—three generations of honor—and you’d destroy it all… for a woman?” I didn’t defend myself. Because I knew it was pointless. Just like seven years ago, on that rainy night when Emily swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills—no one listened when she whispered, “I didn’t betray you.” The phone call? Hers. The recording? Made by her hands. But the words played back: *“Victor, let’s get divorced.”* I lost my mind. I screamed into the cold silence of the morgue, clutching her lifeless body: “You promised to stay with me till the end!” Yet clutched in her arms was a pocket watch. Inside, a photograph—our wedding day. She laughed like a fool, and I kissed her forehead, smiling. Seven years. I became a beast of vengeance. Drove my father to madness. Burned our empire to ashes. But no one knew about the box hidden deep in my study—filled with the same pills she took that night. Until I saw her—on a street corner. A little girl crouched beside a dumpster, trembling as she picked up a broken pocket watch. Engraved inside the lid: **Victor & Emily**. A security guard shoved her. “Get lost! Filthy brat—don’t scavenge here!” She didn’t cry. Just shielded the watch, clinging tightly to the pale woman in the wheelchair— It was Emily. She never died. She was paralyzed. She just… could never say those words again: *“Victor, I love you. Always have. Always will.”* From the rooftop, I watched as my daughter pushed her mother through the rain—then fell. Blood mixed with rainwater streamed down Emily’s arm—the old wound from glass shards, the scar she got saving me. All this time… she was the one who took every blade meant for me. All these years… I hated her. But loved her. Every second. My phone buzzed. A message—from my daughter. Her first ever: 【Dad, Mom’s waiting for you to come home.】 I smashed the glass and sprinted downstairs, sobbing, screaming— “Emily! This time, I’ll be the one on my knees! Don’t run anymore!” But she only shook her head gently. The light in her eyes had been gone for seven long years. And this time… I didn’t want to conquer the world. I just wanted to win her back. He grieved for her for years… never knowing she had survived and given birth to his child. 😢✨The truth goes deeper—binge the full series on Playlet! 😍