Chapter 1Rebirth: My Father Is a Cross-Dressing Master

My grandmother, Emery, wanted to drown me.

She thought I, an ominous child, was the reason why my mother, Natalya, couldn't get pregnant.

They had no idea that Matthew was a cross-dressing guru.

He secretly had three boyfriends behind Natalya's back.

One went bankrupt for his sake.

One abandoned his wife and children for him.

And the remaining one gently touched Matthew's round belly, waiting for the baby to be born.

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I was an abandoned kid. Natalya found me by the river.

She had been married to Matthew for five years, but she never managed to get pregnant. My appearance undoubtedly fulfilled her desire for a child.

But Emery despised me.

After all, a local pastor said I should have been sacrificed to God.

By adopting me, Natalya was like competing with God for the offering.

So God became furious and cast a spell to stop the Smith family from carrying on.

For Emery who was eager to have a grandson, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

She was so scared that she hit the ceiling.

The Smith family only had Matthew as the only descendant. If I caused the Smith family to have no descendants, she would disappoint the ancestors of the Smith family after she died.

When no one was around, Emery took the opportunity and tricked me into finding her shoes by the river.

Emery never bothered to look at me. It was the first time she called my name affectionately.

Just when I was complacent about the fact that Emery was close to me all of a sudden, someone behind me pushed me into the river viciously with a big hand.

"You little bastard. Don't even think about cutting off the carry-on line of the Smith family..."

Her turbid eyeballs bulged as she stared at my struggling movements attentively. She was afraid that I wouldn't die.

Only after my head was half submerged in water did she gradually stop stirring the water.

She grinned with yellow teeth and pretended to kneel on the ground, shouting.

"Siena fell into the water. Someone! Come here quickly!!!"

I tried hard to swim to the surface and call for help. The water rushed into my throat as soon as I opened my mouth.

The rhythm of my breathing became more and more chaotic. It was as if a huge stone tightly oppressed my chest.

A large group of villagers quickly gathered on the bank.

Emery secretly glanced at them with a trace of cunning flashing in her eyes. Pounding the ground, she was crying more and more sadly.

"God, if you want to punish someone, punish me, an old woman. I am willing to bear all the punishment for my granddaughter. Give my granddaughter back to me..."

She was so sad and mournful that not only the onlookers, but even I, the victim, felt a little trance. The onlookers and I couldn't help but shed tears for the deep and sincere family affection.

No one cared about how I had drowned. Everyone tacitly assumed that God had intervened.

But Natalya didn't believe in those false theories.

She pushed through the crowd and ran to the river, crying and shouting. She was calling my name...

She was going to jump into the water to save me. Luckily, someone pulled her back in time.

Her neatly arranged hair was soaked with tears. A few buttons on her tightly fastened clothes were torn off in the crowd, making her look disheveled.

Having a moment of convulsions, she almost fainted from grief.

I suppressed my sadness. I wanted to go forward and hold her trembling body, comforting her.

"Mom, don't cry. I'm here..."

But I couldn't do anything.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, Emery stopped acting and angrily scolded Natalya. Poking her head, she said, "Stop crying. What's there to cry about?"

"It's good that the wild girl is dead. She eats and lives for free at home every day. She's not even your child, why do you care about her..."