My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.
View MoreTara felt a surge of panic, but she forced herself to maintain a calm facade. "Back then, it was your mistake that led to your capture. My involvement with you was purely business." Then she quickly shifted her tone. "However, I am a kind person. If you let me go, I promise I’ll give you enough money to send you abroad, where you can live a life of luxury. Why continue with such dangerous, bloodthirsty work?" "Always so calculating," the kidnapper remarked with a bitter laugh. "To think, you were just ten years old when you came up with such a wicked plan." Hearing the kidnapper's words, Tara realized that he was wavering, and she immediately relaxed a little. "I wasn’t clever. They were just so stupid. When I first joined the family, I realized I was nothing but an outsider, while Serena was treated like a princess. “Why? She was a fool; I should have been the princess of the family!" She smirked as she recalled her past. "So, when you targeted me, I wasn’t afrai
After Serena's death, they buried her according to her last wishes at a picturesque cemetery at the foot of the mountain. Once everything was done, Margaret completely broke. She moved into the courtyard where Serena had once lived and refused to eat or drink. She suffered from sleepless nights and would sit in the same reclining chair Serena had sat in, often for the entire day, crying and laughing uncontrollably."So…It feels like this, being abandoned by someone," she would murmur to herself."I want to join her down there, but she probably doesn’t want to see me. In her heart, her parents died when she was ten," Margaret whispered, her voice breaking. "Do you think, when we meet down there she’ll recognize me?"Her will to live faded at an alarming rate, and Collin had no choice but to drag his wife to the hospital for a glucose infusion. But once they left the hospital, Margaret returned to her old ways, refusing to eat or drink.Then, one day, a man named Sebastian Bl
I looked curiously at the middle-aged couple in front of me. They felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.I turned to Miriam, “Miriam? Are these your friends? Why are there strangers in your house? "Also, whose 'Mom' and 'Dad'—" Before I could finish my question, I caught the look on the couple’s face. Their eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Then, the woman suddenly rushed toward me, as though driven by some frantic impulse. "I’m your mom! We were wrong, we know it. Please don’t deny me. Don’t you remember me, your mother?" I watched her frantic behavior with an ache in my heart. It seemed like a grieving mother who had lost her child. But even so, she shouldn’t just randomly claim to be my mother. I quickly stepped back and hid behind Miriam. "Are they out of their minds? I told you not to let strangers in. What if they go crazy and start attacking people?" I whispered urgently to her.Then I peeked out from behind Miriam. "I’m not your dau
While urging her people to find her daughter, Margaret went to the hospital where Serena had been diagnosed and inquired about her condition. "Miss Serena has a rare tumor with a very low survival rate. However, with proper treatment, she may live for over a year. "The problem is that her will to live is weak. When she was diagnosed, she didn’t show any sadness or distress. In fact, she seemed somewhat relieved. "She hasn't come back for any treatment since. As her relative, if you can, please try to encourage her to return for medical care. Life is precious after all."…Margaret listened to the doctor’s words, her mind in turmoil. Serena really didn’t want to live anymore. When she had once said she wanted to die, perhaps it had never been just a tantrum. And the last time Margaret had seen Serena, she had coldly told her to die if she was sick. She had gradually destroyed her daughter’s will to survive. She was a terrible mother. When Margaret stumbled back home
Margaret stared at her awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Fortunately, the middle-aged woman didn’t press further. Instead, she said, "By the way, she left some things behind when she moved out. I’ve just packed them up. If you want them, take them now, or I’ll just throw them in the trash."Margaret hadn’t planned to take anything, but before she could say anything, the woman had already brought out a box. "It’s just these. You can take them if you want."The box wasn’t sealed, so Margaret could see its contents. It was disappointingly sparse—just some bowls and cups, a few basic books, and some empty medicine bottles. The woman sighed. "Serena left in such a hurry, that she barely packed at all. She just took one suitcase and left. I thought it would be hard to clean up after her. “My daughter’s room is always full of her things. But when I went into Serena’s room, it was so empty. She’s the first girl I’ve seen with so few personal belongings. She didn’t seem like a n
But now, nearly a month had passed, and Serena still hadn’t returned.She had never been gone for so long before.A sudden wave of panic surged in Margaret’s heart as if she were about to lose something important. She quickly suppressed it.Ha, how could she be intimidated by Serena?That kind of troublemaker would only bring harm to the family. Why would anything happen to her?She couldn’t possibly go to Serena, begging for her forgiveness. If she did, Serena would become even more unmanageable.Another half month passed, but Serena didn’t soften as Margaret had expected. She didn’t return, nor did she even leave a trace of news.Although Margaret didn’t want to admit it, she was starting to feel uneasy.Yet, she refused to humble herself by seeking reconciliation. Instead, she subtly inquired about Serena’s whereabouts.That’s when she realized that if Serena didn’t come to her, Margaret had no way of contacting her. She had no idea who Serena’s friends were, where she li
I sent my resignation letter to HR and booked the earliest available flight out of the country. By the next morning, I found myself in a picturesque town where it felt like spring all year round. For the little time I had left—just over a month—I decided to be selfish. I wanted to forget everything and live my final days on my own terms. I bought a small house with a garden blooming with flowers and moved in. The sun shone warmly and the people passing by wore genuine smiles. The painful memories and the cutting words began to fade from my mind, like distant shadows growing dimmer by the day. I let go of all my burdens and allowed myself to enjoy a rare moment of peace and comfort. Because of my health, I hired a local woman to help around the house—a kind woman in her fifties called Miriam. She was about the same age as my mom but entirely different in terms of personality. She was plain-spoken and prone to rambling, but her warmth shone through in everything she d
The original timeline for the project was 20 days, and Mom had even extended it by another 10.Of course, she’d never make things difficult for Tara. That privilege was reserved solely for me. After that incident, Tara didn’t trouble me again, and I gradually handed over my responsibilities to other colleagues. Meanwhile, my illness started taking a visible toll on me. I became increasingly drowsy, often losing half the day in a daze. I thought everything would progress smoothly until I officially resigned. But on the day of the project presentation, Tara’s PowerPoint was embarrassingly crude. She turned to me, her face a mask of panic. “Serena! This isn’t the presentation I told you to prepare! Why did you switch it?” So, this was her game all along. Mom, seated at the head of the table, immediately bristled with anger. Her voice thundered across the room. “All of you, follow me to my office!” The moment the door closed, she rained down her accusations on me witho
But why? After graduating, I kept a low profile, starting from the bottom of the company. I gave up all my free time and worked tirelessly to become the top performer, and yet I was still just one of the directors. Tara, on the other hand, had just joined the company and was immediately promoted to vice president. Mom could see my discontent. "What are you complaining about? You’re just an ordinary university graduate, but Tara graduated from an Ivy League school. “She can command a high salary wherever she goes!" After Michael’s death, I worked hard, hoping to excel like he did and carry the weight of everything. But my talents were mediocre. Only after long hours of studying, I managed to get into a top-tier university. I got into that university on my own merit. Tara, however, got into her prestigious school because of money. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t argue. There were too many things I had worked so hard for, yet could never attain. Mom had give
The doctor's words echoed in my mind long after leaving the hospital. "You're already showing signs of memory loss. “With active treatment, you might live for another six months to a year. You should contact your family to discuss a treatment plan as soon as possible." "And if I don't get the treatment?" "Well…At most, you’ll have three months." Just then, my phone rang, and a middle-aged woman's voice came through. "Come home this weekend for Tara’s birthday party." Her tone was cold as though she were making a routine announcement. That was my mom, Margaret Salem. Tara, whom she mentioned, was my late aunt's daughter. My aunt had passed away when Tara was very young and so she had been taken in by my family. Over the past 16 years, Tara and Mom had seemed more like mother and daughter than I had ever felt with her. I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through t
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