My Dad’s New Love, the Underprivileged Student I Sponsored

When I opened my eyes, I had returned to the day I first sponsored Janice. Everything that happened before I died felt like a dream, albeit one I could not brush off.Sounds of a quarrel pulled me back to the present, and I wiped the wetness from the corner of my eyes. I turned to take a look.The shouting was from our school's notorious delinquent and her clique. It was no secret that they loved bullying the weak, and their target today was none other than Janice. At this time, Janice still wore her hair short with thick bangs. Coupled with her thick black glasses, she looked the epitome of a teacher's pet. In a prestigious school like ours, family business and status determined how we were treated. Janice, lacking both, became the bullies' top choice for their target.Last time, I fell for her innocent facade. This time, I gathered my books and walked past. Just as I left the room, Janice called out after me, "Sylvia! Y-you're just going to leave? Aren't you going to save

Mom was making my dad’s favorite soup when I got home.She was surprised to see me. “You’re back early, Sylvia!”I rushed over to hug her. She was warm and alive in my arms. This was real. “I missed you so much, Mom,” I murmured, hugging her tightly. This time, I would do anything to prevent the past from happening again. Frowning, I pulled Mom out of the kitchen and told her what had happened in our past life. My mom reached out to feel my forehead, but I pulled her hand away. “Mom, I’m fine. I’m telling the truth. You should get a divorce.” My eyes were sharp.My mom fell silent. I knew she would believe me, even if no one else did. “Alright, Sylvia. I’ll consider it. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” She hugged me tightly. My mother was born into a wealthy family. She lived a privileged and dignified life. She was an only child, so my grandparents gave her all their love and attention. They did not like the idea of my mother marrying a penniless intern at t

That night, I slept like a baby. When I saw Janice again the next day, her face was bruised and swollen. Not that it had anything to do with me. She saw an opportunity when the classroom was empty to beg for pity, but I ignored her all the same. Word spread like wildfire, and she quickly became the school’s laughingstock. To my surprise, she left me alone for a while. Even Wilda had not seen her much. Her silence worried me. While I was drifting in and out of sleep last night, I missed my mom’s messages: [Sylvia… That classmate from your story... Was her name Janice?][She came over to the house.]I jolted awake to my alarm the following day, only to realize I was almost late to class. I did not have the time to check my messages. The class atmosphere was solemn. Wilda, especially, looked pale. I asked the classmate in front of me, “What’s with everyone today?” She leaned backwards and whispered, “We’re screwed! YL Group’s CEO is our country’s wealthiest and most

My dad decided on his own that Janice would stay in my room while I took the guest room. He said that she had suffered enough these past years. Not wanting me to feel unfairly treated, my mom bought me a villa as compensation. Without telling my mom, my dad bought Janice three villas and gave her a gold card. Not that this was important because it would only be a matter of time before I retook back everything my dad spent on this mistress. The more he spent on her, the more I would retake. Who knows if she could even pay me back by then?Janice left me alone these few days and spent most of her time and energy seducing my dad.It was disgusting watching them act out ‘father and daughter’ in front of my mom and me.Merely thinking about the things they had done in my room made me viscerally disgusted. I quickly left home for peace of mind while my mom secured evidence and started contacting my uncles about their shares. It was not long before Janice took Wilda in as h

Mom and I found a place near my school. Our neighbor followed, too.Mom decided to hand the esteemed divorce lawyer all the evidence she collected, as she did not want to deal with Janice and my father anymore. While their divorce procedures ran, the man decided to host a wedding with Janice first and let the world know that he and my mother were divorced. The media was invited, and everyone knew that Janice was his mistress. At the same time, Mom had also regained control over the company, and all of YL’s employees moved to the new building. She even changed the company name to Sylvia Group. My father was not informed of this. He was too busy basking in the glow of a new marriage. Janice even messaged Mom and I: [From today onwards, I’m David Roffe’s wife! No one will call me his mistress! But if you two beg to be my maids, I don’t mind asking my husband to consider giving you two some money. After all, it can’t be easy for an ugly and unwanted woman to send her daughter to