Chapter 1
I had just pulled the teddy bear cookies from the oven when my daughter Dora ran into the kitchen.
"Dora, sweetheart! Mommy's special cookies are ready!"
But the moment she saw the cookies, her face went white as a sheet. She screamed "Get away! Get away!" and bolted from the room.
I was completely stunned. Just then, my husband Herbert walked through the door.
"Try one and tell me what's wrong," I said, pointing at the cookies.
Herbert was about to comfort me, but when he learned I'd made these cookies for Dora, his expression turned absolutely bizarre. "You really made these? If you did, I want a divorce. Immediately!"
"What?"
My mother-in-law Athena heard the commotion and came to console me, but the moment she heard these were cookies I'd made for my daughter, she slapped the entire tray out of my hands. "What kind of mother are you?!"
Cookie crumbs scattered across the floor. I stood there in shock, completely bewildered by what was happening.
That evening, they went out to dinner, leaving me alone at home.
I knelt on the kitchen floor, picking up cookie fragments one by one, tears streaming down my face. The cookies looked perfectly normal—golden brown, adorable teddy bear shapes, giving off that tempting buttery aroma.
What could possibly be wrong? Why would even my beloved daughter run from me?
I carefully packed the few remaining intact cookies into a box, feeling both angry and hurt. I was going insane. Was something wrong with me, or was something wrong with this world?
I decided to visit my best friend Karlie. She'd help me figure this out.
Walking down the street, I opened the box to check if the cookies had gotten damaged. But passersby immediately recoiled like they'd seen a ghost. One woman pushing a stroller even called me a "freak."
My heart raced. I quickly shut the box and practically ran toward Karlie's coffee shop.
"Jacey?" Karlie saw my panicked state and immediately approached. "God, what happened? You look terrible."
I broke down crying. "Herbert and my mother-in-law have lost their minds, and even my daughter..."
"They were really that harsh? They turned on you just because of cookies?" Karlie's voice sounded incredulous.
I was angry and hurt, tears flowing freely. "Yes! And I asked so many people—they all said the cookies looked fine at first. But the moment they heard I made them for my daughter, everything changed."
"I'm losing my mind. Either something's wrong with me, or something's wrong with this world."
Karlie quickly reassured me. "Don't worry, let me see what's going on."
I opened the box with trembling hands.
Karlie examined them carefully, even leaning in to smell them. "I've looked at everything—there's absolutely nothing wrong! They're just regular teddy bear cookies."
Hearing her words, I finally felt some relief. "Exactly! I've been baking for years. How could I possibly mess up..."
My complaints trailed off as I noticed Karlie had suddenly frozen.
"These cookies... you really made them for your daughter?"
Hearing those words, my blood ran cold.
Because everyone's attitude changed completely after asking that exact question.
Karlie's smile vanished entirely. She threw a dish towel at my face. "I never imagined you were this kind of person! Bringing this disgusting stuff into my shop? Get out!"
Her eyes filled with revulsion and fear. "I wish I'd never met you!"
"How could there be someone like you, a monster who would do this to her own daughter! Get out! Get out right now!"
I was stunned. The person who'd been comforting me moments ago was now cursing me with the most vicious words.
"Karlie, I don't understand..."
"Get out! Don't let me see you again!" She pointed at the door, her voice shaking.
I stumbled out of the coffee shop, wandering the streets like a zombie. Everyone's words echoed in my head—"freak," "monster," "disgusting"...
What had I done? Why were even my closest people treating me this way?
Late that night, I returned home to find the living room packed with suitcases. Herbert, Athena, and Dora were packing to leave.
Seeing this scene, my world completely collapsed. I rushed over and grabbed Herbert's arm. "Where are you going?"
He shook off my hand like I was the plague.
I reached for my daughter, but Dora hid behind Athena, too scared to even look at me.
In desperation, I dropped to my knees. "Please, just tell me what's wrong? Why are you all leaving because of cookies?"
The three of them looked down at me coldly. No one would respond.
"I'm your wife, your mother! Even if I did something wrong, at least tell me what it was!" I cried out in anguish.
Herbert finally spoke. He looked down at me kneeling on the floor, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "You brought that sick stuff into our home? Don't you have any shame?"
"They're just cookies..."
SLAP! A hand struck my face.
Herbert looked at me like I was the most revolting thing in the world. "Are you really that clueless, or have you been pretending all along?"
"I think you're rotten to the core. Even animals don't harm their own young."
His voice grew colder, each word cutting like a blade. "But you? You actually did this to your own daughter—"
"I'm done with you. We're done. And you're never seeing Dora again."
