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My Daughter Chose His Mistress Over Me Novel Cover

My Daughter Chose His Mistress Over Me

After years of sacrifice for her family, a devoted mother faces the ultimate betrayal when her daughter chooses her father’s mistress over her. This heartbreaking rejection shatters her world, forcing her to confront the painful reality of her husband’s infidelity and her child’s inexplicable cruelty. Amidst the ruins of her domestic life, she must find the strength to redefine herself and navigate a future where her loyalty is no longer a given.
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Chapter 1

On Dominic's birthday, I found myself alone, staring at a table filled with dishes. I waited for Dominic to return with our daughter, Noelle, but instead, I got another taunt from his assistant, Melina. The video showed Dominic and Melina in matching outfits, passionately kissing in his downtown apartment. By now, I'd grown used to such videos.

What crushed me was hearing my five-year-old daughter's voice at the end. "Aunt Melina is so pretty and talented, not like my mom. I want Melina to be my mom," Noelle said. In that moment, I lost the will to pretend this already broken marriage could be saved. When I handed Dominic the divorce papers, he thought I was overreacting.

"Dominic, let's get a divorce," I said.

He looked confused for a moment then let out a mocking laugh. "Romina, when did you start pulling stunts like this? What would you do without me? Remember, the house you live in, the car you drive, all of this is thanks to me."

Both Dominic and Noelle had that anticipatory look in their eyes, as if waiting for something entertaining to unfold. As I listened to his insults, I realized how low I ranked in his world. Even June, our nanny, probably mattered more; at least she got paid. No wonder Noelle saw me as inept. Like father, like daughter, I suppose.

They both thought I couldn’t survive without this family, so they felt free to trample on my dignity. I handed Dominic the divorce papers I'd already signed and said firmly, "I'm not joking, Dominic. Let's divorce."

Dominic glanced at the agreement and let out a cold laugh. "Romina, you want to divorce over just this small amount of money?"

Each time Dominic got angry and mentioned divorce, he'd talk about giving me five million in a settlement. For him, it was pocket change, but for me, it was enough to live comfortably.

Dominic stood up, towering over me. "Is this really all about the money?"

"You don’t even want your precious daughter anymore?"

I chuckled. "No, I don't."

My response stunned the father-daughter duo across from me. Noelle was quick to react, jumping up and cheering. "Does that mean Aunt Melina can be my mom now?"

I looked at Noelle, who was bursting with joy, and said softly, "Yes, congratulations, you can have a new mom."

In stark contrast to Noelle's happiness, Dominic glared at me, trying to read my expression. Seeing my serious and determined face, he threw the divorce papers down in anger. "Romina, after all we've been through, you suddenly go mad?"

"Yes, I'm suddenly going mad."

"It won't matter if you disagree. I can file for divorce, and it will be more embarrassing for you if it goes public."

Moments later, Dominic snatched the divorce papers, signed his name with a sneer, and tossed them back to me. "Are you happy now?"

"Romina, don't come back crawling."

After all these years together, I had only asked for a divorce once before, when I first found out about Melina. That was the fiercest argument we had, but I was the one who backed down in the end. Dominic knew my weaknesses and how to hurt me most. But pain only comes when you care, and I no longer cared.

I held the divorce papers and told Dominic, "It's too late today; we can finalize the paperwork tomorrow."

Dominic stopped mocking me, his expression serious, and he looked at me intently, "Romina, are you serious?"

"What will you do without me?"

I gave him a sidelong glance. "Didn’t you offer me five million? That's enough for a lifetime."

"Or are you saying you won’t even give me that?"

My words seemed to amuse Dominic, and he laughed angrily. "Fine, Romina, don’t regret it."

"But I want to add a clause: after the divorce, you can't see Noelle without my permission."

Trying to threaten me? Once, this would've been my biggest vulnerability, but now I had none. Under Dominic's challenging gaze, I nodded calmly, "Alright."

He froze for a moment, then said nothing more. Meanwhile, Noelle, unaware of the tension, ran circles around her father, celebrating the chance to have a new mom. I was genuinely happy for her, that she could choose a mom she liked.

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