Wife Swap on Our Fifth Anniversary Chapter 6

"That man is my ex-husband, Ethan Shaw. The woman is the mistress who came between us, Lily Watson."

I told my parents about all the emotional entanglements with those two over the years.

After listening, Mom's barely stopped tears began falling again.

"What bastards! How could they treat you like this?"

Dad clenched his fists.

"Lowlife scum. Dare to bully my daughter—I'll make them wish they were dead."

Seeing the murderous look in Dad's eyes, I was startled.

"Dad, you don't need to do anything dangerous for me. I just hope they get the punishment they deserve."

Having finally found family, I didn't want them taking risks.

Mom instantly saw through my thoughts.

She took my hand.

"Oh right, sweetheart, we haven't told you who we are yet, have we?"

I didn't understand the topic change.

But I obediently nodded.

Mom gently stroked the back of my hand, as if wanting to give me infinite confidence.

"Your surname wasn't originally Qin. Your surname is Fitzgerald."

Fitzgerald?

Looking at Dad's strangely familiar face, I suddenly remembered something.

My fingers trembled.

"Is it... that Fitzgerald?"

The Fitzgerald family.

Powerful, influential, with deep heritage.

The ultimate elite family.

Mom patted my head.

"Yes, that Fitzgerald family."

"Sweetheart, you should have been the pearl we held in our palms, but you suffered so much in places we didn't know..."

Dad put his arm around her shoulders.

"Alright, we've found our daughter. From now on, we'll compensate her a thousand, ten thousand times over for what was lost."

I used a tissue to wipe Mom's tears.

"Dad's right. Don't be sad."

One dry word of comfort.

But Mom was very moved.

"Sweetheart, tomorrow Mom and Dad will get revenge for you!"

The seemingly gentle woman's face showed ruthlessness.

I gripped her hand back.

"Mom, I want to personally get revenge."

Before knowing my identity, I only wanted to send them where they belonged.

But now, I wanted them to experience everything I'd gone through. Only that would be fair.

Mom and Dad felt they owed me.

So whatever I asked for, they agreed.

They handled my discharge and took me home to recover.

Seeing the mansion like something from a TV drama, I nearly cried.

Even in dreams, I'd never dared imagine I'd live in such a house one day.

Mom and Dad didn't have another daughter at home, as would happen in cliché stories.

As soon as I came home, I received princess treatment.

"Sweetheart, after your legs heal, we plan to hold a homecoming gala to let everyone know the Fitzgerald heir has returned."

They were so considerate.

Warmth flooded my heart.

"Thank you, Mom. But I'd like to invite two people."

Mom instantly understood my meaning.

"Good. If you think it's fine, just do it. Mom and Dad will always support you."