My Daughter Chose My Replacement, So I Walked Away

Six years ago, I nearly died on the operating table giving birth to my daughter.

Today, my husband let her call the biological heiress of my adoptive family "Mommy" in front of a crowded room.

I couldn't take it. I grabbed Ethan Vance by his collar, my voice trembling.

"Why?"

"She is my daughter, Ethan! Not Clara’s!"

Ethan laughed disdainfully, brushing my hands off his chest.

"I promised you that only you would give birth to my children, Naomi. But Clara wanted a child of her own so badly. I had no choice but to give Lily to her."