My five-year-old daughter Ada Hunter has a serious problem with lying. When I took her shopping for school supplies, she actually screamed on the street that I was a human trafficker, nearly getting me dragged to the police station for questioning. When we got home, before I could even explain what happened, she threw herself crying into my husband Charles Hunter’s arms and said, “Daddy, Mommy wouldn’t buy me school supplies and she hit me on the street.” I tried to explain the situation to Charles, but after hearing me out, he furiously slapped me across the face. He roared, “She’s only five years old—how could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” Later, when I took Ada to school, she pleaded with me in front of everyone, “Mommy, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take those pictures for the uncles anymore.” Her teacher Mila Mackay opened my bag and found it full of inappropriate photos of Ada. An angry man shoved me into traffic, and I was killed on the spot. Even as I died, I couldn’t understand why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to bring into this world, would treat me this way. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I took Ada shopping for school supplies. Charles said with a smile, “Ada, we’ll take you to buy stationery right away. We’ll make sure Ada becomes a happy little princess.” Ada ignored Charles and instead came forward to tug at my sleeve, “Daddy, I want to go shopping with Mommy. All the other kids have their mommies with them. Mommy, will you come with me?” Ada had grown up in the countryside, and we had only recently brought her to live with us. Since she made this request, Charles naturally wouldn’t refuse. Sure enough, Charles said, “Honey, I’ll give you extra money. Buy Ada whatever she wants—she’s still young, and we’ve already failed her before.” Hearing these familiar words, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, making it almost impossible to breathe. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I had agreed to Charles’s suggestion and happily took Ada to the mall to buy school supplies. But once we got to the mall, Ada insisted on buying a sharp utility knife. I told Ada the knife was too dangerous, and she agreed, even volunteering that children shouldn’t play with knives. Her words made me feel relieved. Worried that Ada might not feel close to me since she hadn’t grown up by my side, I took her to play some games. But when we reached the mall entrance, Ada sat down on the ground and started crying and shouting, “Please don’t take me away! Help! She’s a human trafficker!” The mall was crowded, and everyone gathered around when they heard her cries for help. I desperately tried to explain, and finally some people started to believe me. But the next second, Ada pointed at me again and said, “She really is a human trafficker trying to kidnap me.” The angry crowd called the police, and I was taken to the station for questioning before being released. I couldn’t understand why Ada, who was so well-behaved at home, would tell such lies at the mall. I was furious and wanted to properly discipline her. But as soon as I walked through the door, before I could even speak, she threw herself into Charles’s arms, crying that I had mistreated her.
Ada cried out, “Daddy, save me! I want some pretty school supplies, but Mommy won’t buy them for me and she hit me. It hurts so much.” Charles rolled up her sleeves and found several purple bruises on her body. I was startled and wanted to ask what had happened. But Charles angrily put Ada down and slapped me across the face: “What kind of mother are you? How could you hit a child?” I desperately tried to explain: “She’s lying. Those injuries weren’t caused by me.” I wanted to tell Charles that Ada had lied at the mall, claiming I was a human trafficker, which got me arrested by the police. But Charles didn’t believe me at all. He cut me off and yelled at me: “She’s only five years old. How could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” After that, Charles cut off my living expenses entirely. I was heartbroken and stopped trying to explain, but I became more cautious. I thought this was just an accident, but when I was dropping Ada off at school, she actually pleaded with me at the school gate: “Mommy, please let me go to school, okay? I don’t want to take those photos for the uncles to see.” I was stunned. Before I could react, the kindergarten teacher Mila rushed forward and pulled out a large number of photos from my shoulder bag, with buyers’ names even written on them. After seeing those photos, Mila hugged Ada protectively and accused me: “How could you treat your own biological daughter like this? You’re inhuman!” Before I could explain, an angry man pushed me into the middle of the road, and I was hit and turned into a bloody mess. Before dying, I saw Ada’s malicious look in her eyes. That wasn’t the kind of look a five-year-old girl should have at all. Unfortunately, even until my death, I couldn’t figure out why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to give birth to, would do such things. Every night when I held her to sleep, she would hug my arm and gently kiss my cheek, saying: “Mommy, I love you the most.” Now that I’ve been reborn, I must figure out what’s really going on. With this thought, I glanced at Charles, who was preparing to work from home: “Charles, Ada just got back. Why don’t you drive us there?” Since Charles believed Ada wouldn’t lie, then in this life, I’ll let him see with his own eyes exactly how Ada lies. Charles didn’t hesitate and agreed immediately. After arriving at the mall, Ada jumped out of the car while Charles stayed in the car waiting for us: “I just got a notification about some work I need to handle. You two go ahead and shop. Take good care of Ada. Just come back here when you’re done.” I nodded and walked into the school supply store with an excited Ada. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Ada saw that utility knife, she excitedly ran over: “Mommy, I want this one. It has patterns on it. Please buy this for me, okay?”
I shook my head and crouched down to negotiate with Ada: “This utility knife is too sharp. Let me ask if they have another one that looks the same but is safer, okay?” Ada looked at me with such pure eyes that in that moment, my heart softened. With the store clerk’s help, I bought Ada a utility knife that looked identical but had no sharp edge. Ada happily held her new school supplies and gave me a sweet smile: “Thank you, Mommy. You’re the best to me.” I thought to myself: “Maybe in my past life, I didn’t buy her the things she liked, which is why she treated me that way. Now that I’ve fulfilled her wish, she’ll surely grow closer to me gradually.” Seeing Ada behave normally the whole way, I felt relieved. But as soon as we reached a crowded area, she broke free from my hand and shouted: “Help! She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me!” In that moment, my heart went completely cold. I had countless times thought that Ada calling me a human trafficker in my past life was just a moment of anger. Since she had lived in the countryside with Charles’s mother, Bonnie Hunter, from a young age, maybe Bonnie had casually used “human trafficker” to scare her into behaving, so Ada remembered those words. But now, even after I’d fulfilled her wish, she was still doing this… Upon hearing “human trafficker,” everyone turned to look. Soon people approached cautiously, asking what was happening. “She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me! Save me!” Before I could answer, Ada sat on the ground crying and shouting. Ada was so young that hearing her cries, many people believed her words. One man said: “How could such a small child lie? Who exactly are you?” A woman said: “Don’t even think about running. We’ve already called the police. When they get here, you can wait to be locked up.” Several men even wanted to rush forward and restrain me. Just then, a figure appeared in the crowd. I shouted excitedly: “Honey, come explain to everyone!” Instantly, everyone’s eyes fell on Charles. When Ada was picking out school supplies, I had texted Charles asking him to buy us honey lemon tea. Now that Charles appeared, everyone assumed he was my accomplice and surrounded him too. Seeing this, Ada’s crying suddenly quieted down, and she looked somewhat at a loss. Faced with this situation, Charles was even more anxious than I was, explaining to the people around us that we were a family. But in the end, we were still taken to the police station by the officers who rushed over. After leaving the police station, Charles’s face remained terrifyingly dark. The moment he walked through the front door, he was ready to hit Ada. He roared, “Have you lost your mind? Why did you tell everyone outside that we’re human traffickers?” Charles was livid, his face turning ashen as he delivered a harsh slap to Ada’s bottom. Ada screamed in pain and immediately burst into tears. Watching this scene unfold, I felt secretly pleased, thinking to myself: “Didn’t he always criticize me for scolding Ada? Now it’s his turn. How come he doesn’t understand his own logic?” I quickly pulled Ada into my arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. I said, “Honey, she’s still young and doesn’t know any better. She was just acting up. Why are you getting so angry? What if you hurt Ada?” Charles pointed at Ada, his hands trembling as he said, “Do you know what consequences her lies have caused? One of my important clients happened to be there too. After seeing that situation, he immediately wanted to terminate our partnership. How am I supposed to explain this to my boss? And you’re still protecting her. She’ll definitely cause even bigger problems in the future.” So his work had been affected. No wonder he was so furious when he came home today. I dismissively interrupted Charles: “It’s just one client. We finally brought Ada home. Don’t be so harsh with her. And why are you speaking so nastily? She’s just a child who doesn’t understand yet. There’s no need to talk like that.” Then I held Ada tightly and looked at Charles with contempt: “Are you trying to blame Ada because you didn’t do your job well?” Didn’t Charles think five-year-olds couldn’t lie? In my past life, before I could even explain, he had pushed all the blame onto me. These were the exact words he had said to me in my previous life. Now I was giving them right back to him. This time, he would also taste what it felt like to be wrongfully accused. Charles’s eyes burned with fury: “You spoil her too much.” With that, he left directly. I gently stroked Ada’s hair, comforting her tenderly: “It’s okay. I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” Ada looked at me with eyes full of fear. Clearly, she was afraid of me. I felt somewhat puzzled. I hadn’t done anything to her, so why was she so scared of me? Charles must have been truly upset with me, as he didn’t come home even after dark. After coaxing Ada to sleep, I began searching throughout the house. In my past life, when I went to take Ada to school, Mila had found those photos. Those photos must have been taken beforehand and were definitely hidden somewhere in the house right now. I searched through every room and finally found a metal box with a combination lock under Ada’s bed. I entered Ada’s birthday, but the lock didn’t open. I tried Charles’s birthday, and the lock opened. The moment I opened the box, I was stunned. This mystery that had plagued me for two lifetimes finally had an answer at this moment. I finally understood why Ada wanted me dead.
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