Over the Past Few Months, I Noticed That My Husband Had Become Strangely Close to Our 12-Year-Old Daughter. He Even Started Taking Her to the Bathroom and Locking the Door From the Inside. One Day, I Found My Daughter Lying in Bed, Pale and Exhausted. There Were Small Bloodstains on Her Sheets. But When I Secretly Approached the Locked Door the Next Evening and Heard My Husband’s Words, I Froze in Horror…

“Then tell me!”

“I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words frightened me even more.

The following week, Emily stopped going to school.

When I returned home from work, I found her lying in bed.

Her face was unusually pale, and her lips had almost no color.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired, Mommy.”

I walked over to adjust her pillow.

And that’s when I noticed two small bloodstains on her white bedsheet.

My hands went cold.

“Emily, have you been bleeding?”

My daughter immediately pulled the blanket over the stains.

“Please, Mommy, don’t be angry with Daddy.”

I hadn’t even mentioned her father.

“Why would I be angry with Daddy?”

She closed her eyes.

“I promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Just then, Robert appeared in the doorway.

His eyes fell on the sheet.

His expression changed instantly.

“Emily, why didn’t you call me?” he asked nervously.