My Ex Ruined Me, So I Married His Worst Rival

It was my daughter's seventh birthday party.

She was just about to ask her dad to cut the cake. But my husband shoved her away, hard, right in front of everyone.

"Don't call me that. I'm not your father." He slammed a DNA test report onto the table.

I stood there, frozen in shock, only to be slapped across the face by my own adoptive parents.

Audrey, the biological daughter who had just returned to the Harlow family, shrunk into my husband's arms, her eyes red with innocent tears.