My Daughter Gifted Me a Toilet Brush, So I Divorced My Family.

Chapter 1

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My daughter, Ashley, came home for her first Christmas after graduating from a prestigious university, driving a luxury car and making a grand return. She handed out gifts to everyone in the family.

“Grandma Susan, Grandpa George, this is an ornate gold-plated good luck charm. May it bless you with health and a long life.”

“Dad, here’s that Rolex Submariner you always talked about. Now you’ll make a statement when you go out!”

“Brittany, you always take such good care of yourself. This limited-edition skincare set will be perfect for you.”

Watching everyone cheer with excitement, I nervously rubbed my grease-stained hands, my heart full of hope.

After all, I’d given up my executive position to focus on her education, and for over ten years, I hadn't even bought myself a new outfit.

Finally, Ashley smiled and walked over to me, handing me a black plastic bag:

“Mom, this gift is special, I picked it just for you. It’s perfect, you’ll definitely love it.”

I opened the bag excitedly, but my smile instantly froze when I saw what was inside.