Strangers on Different Paths

Five months pregnant, eight-year-old Tina pushed me down into the ten-meter-deep snake pit again.

Blood flowed from my body, pooling into a stark red puddle.

This was already my seventh 'forced' miscarriage.

"You killed my mom and brother, and the bastards in your belly don't deserve to live either!"

Dozens of snakes swarmed over, greedily lapping up the blood on my body, leaving bite marks deep enough to see bone.

Tina showed no remorse, her eyes as cold as her Snake Charmer father's, her tone mocking:

"Only my mom can give birth to my siblings. You disgusting homewrecker, you'll never replace her in this lifetime!"

"Go ahead and keep having my dad's babies if you dare. Sooner or later, I'll make sure you die in a pool of your own blood!"

Looking at this little girl I had cherished and lovingly cared for over eight years, I suddenly felt exhausted.

"Don't worry, this will be the last time."