I grew up with my mom trying to find a new partner after my dad left. She found several men, but they didn’t want to be with her because of me. She finally found Edward, who said he’d love me like his own daughter. But things took a dark turn when I discovered he was paying “special” attention to me, making me uncomfortable.

“My STEPDAD! Happy?” I laughed. But little did I know, this happiness would be short-lived.

Edward started forcing himself on me, and when I tried to resist, my mom accused me of seducing him and kicked me out. I was left with nothing, forced to work multiple jobs to survive.

Seven years later, I became a successful businesswoman, but I never forgot the pain my mom caused me. One day, she came to my office, asking for money she claimed she was owed. But when I realized she was using her own guilt as an excuse, I called security to throw her out.

“Please throw this woman out of the building and never let her come here again,” I ordered them. Despite being her daughter, she didn’t deserve to be treated the way she treated me.

“I am still wondering if she ever loved me or just used me for her own selfish reasons.”