🔥 I Came Home Early… And Found My Daughter...

🔥 I Came Home Early… And Found My Daughter Kneeling on Durian Shells

🔥🔥🔥The penthouse was supposed to be silent when I returned early from my business trip to the United States.

Instead, the first thing I heard was my daughter screaming.

I dropped my suitcase at the door and ran toward the sound.

What I saw in the living room made my entire body freeze.

My 17-year-old daughter, Lily, was kneeling on a pile of sharp durian shells scattered across the floor.

Her school uniform had been torn apart. Deep red marks covered her back and arms, proof of the brutal beating she had endured. Blood stained the expensive white carpet beneath her.

And standing over her was Victoria.

My wife of only six months.

She held a leather belt tightly in her hand, raised above my daughter like she was about to strike again.

“Cry louder, you ungrateful little brat!” Victoria sneered. “Your father thinks you’re so perfect. Let’s see how perfect you look when he comes home.”

Lily’s voice was barely a whisper as tears streamed down her face.

“Please… stepmother… it hurts so much… my knees…”

Victoria laughed coldly.

“You really thought you could compete with me?” she said. “I’m his wife now. You’re nothing but a reminder of the woman he loved before me.”

Then she lifted the belt again.

“You think your father will always choose you? You’re wrong.”

The moment the belt moved toward Lily’s back, I stepped into the room.

My voice came out low, shaking with uncontrollable anger.

“Victoria.”

She froze.

Slowly, she turned around.

The belt slipped from her hand and hit the floor.