My Father Denied Me As His Daughter for 25 Years — Last Night, His New Wife Called Asking for My Kid скачать в хорошем качестве

My Father Denied Me As His Daughter for 25 Years — Last Night, His New Wife Called Asking for My Kid

It was midnight when I ran to the hospital, my heart pounding, as doctors rushed my father into emergency surgery. That’s when I saw her—Mrs. Salma, his new wife—stepping out of a black SUV, dressed like royalty, calm and smiling like she owned the world. And then she said the words that froze my blood: “Your kidney is the only one that can save him. Refuse… and you will regret it.” This was the same father who had denied me for 25 years, the man who left me and my mother to struggle while he built his life. But the real terror came when Salma leaned closer and whispered: “You think your mother hid the truth? No… your father buried it.” Let me take you back. My father divorced my mother before he even knew I existed. When I was born, he publicly rejected me, calling me a liar’s child. My mother and I lived with shame while he became rich and respected. Years later, he married Salma, a woman everyone adored—kind, generous, always smiling, always helping, the perfect stepmother in everyone’s eyes. But behind her charm, strange things began happening: relatives falling sick, sudden accidents, mysterious dreams, and family members who suddenly “changed” after meeting her. Something about her wasn’t right, and I knew it. When my father’s illness worsened, I uncovered the terrifying truth: Salma wasn’t just a stepmother—she had a hidden pattern. She married powerful men, drained their wealth, and trapped their children into giving organs, destroying families from inside. A wise old nurse, Mama Tani, revealed it all: my father’s kidney failure was no accident—it was part of Salma’s plan. I pretended to agree to donate, but secretly I built a trap with medical evidence, legal proof, and witnesses. And the biggest twist? My father didn’t deny me because he didn’t know me… he denied me because he feared what my existence would expose. In the end, justice was mine, freedom was mine, and Salma’s reign ended