When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.
View MoreAfter graduation, I started my own company and moved Grandma to a warmer city. Zack and I had been together since our school days, and now, in a grand seaside hotel, we held a wedding as magnificent as the ocean itself.The wedding was on my birthday. My future mother-in-law carefully braided my hair into an elegant princess style, while my soon-to-be sister-in-law helped me pick out the most exquisite gown. Zack gave me a candy store as a gift.I froze, staring at him in disbelief.His eyes lowered slightly, the corners lifting just a little. His slender, warm hands wrapped around my cold fingers. "A birthday gift," he said. "From now on, you won't have to envy other kids for having candy."A lump formed in my throat. I buried myself in his embrace, feeling an unexpected sense of security.A memory surfaced.A long time ago, drenched from the rain, I stepped onto a bus. A boy wanted to offer me something but hesitated, so he asked his friend to hand me a packet of tissues. W
"Second, you're not innocent. Have you already forgotten how you pushed me off the hospital building?"A bombshell. The crowd erupted in shock.And just like that, as if on cue, the police arrived. Right in front of everyone, they took Fiona away.She stared at me, speechless, disbelief written all over her face.…Fiona was charged with attempted assault and locked up. The school expelled her.Meanwhile, my parents, caught in their endless marital battles, started losing business partners. Their divorce split their assets, cutting off their cash flow. The business, once thriving, crumbled. Not long after, they went bankrupt.Dodging debts became their new full-time job. At least they no longer had time to bother me.I buried myself in my studies, pushing forward with everything I had. When the college entrance exams came, I performed beyond expectations and got into a decent university.University transformed me. I changed my looks and refined my style. Intelligence wasn't
The people around us cast glances back and forth, their eyes sweeping over the two of them, up and down, dissecting them in silence.My parents stood there, exposed under that gaze, suffocating in their own discomfort.Only after letting them stew in it long enough did I finally take the umbrella from Mom's hand. Without hesitation, I handed it to a classmate nearby who didn't have one, then walked away without a second thought.A car pulled up in front of me.The back window rolled down, and Zack's face emerged, his striking features shadowed by a hint of mischief. He raised an eyebrow. "Need a ride?""Sure," I said.I got in without looking back. As the car pulled away, I caught a glimpse of my parents, their faces drained of color. In the distance, half-hidden in the corner, stood Fiona, her eyes brimming with envy and malice.No matter what they did, nothing could turn things back.One time, Dad even knelt before me.I quickly stepped behind Grandma.She picked up her n
"Does it hurt?" I asked.Mom didn't understand at first. After a moment, she hesitated, then nodded.I let out a cold, mocking laugh. "When you told me to go die, my whole body hurt like this. My heart hurt a thousand times more."Their faces turned ashen in an instant.…They were detained for a few days. The absurdity of it all made our family scandal spread like wildfire.Fiona, once the beloved darling of the school, fell from grace overnight. The little princess became nothing more than the illegitimate daughter of a mistress. People stopped looking up to her. Instead, they looked down on her.Mom started waiting for me at the school gate. One day, she shoved her phone in front of me, smiling nervously. "Jolene, look, I've deleted that little brat from everything. I even removed her from the family group chat. In a few days, we'll send her back to that gambling addict father of hers. Jolene, can you add me back now? Please?"She was practically begging.I had blocked them
I hadn't expected to catch Fiona wandering through my room that day. I wasn't there, and she didn't have the patience to wait. Instead, she plucked a few strands of her own hair and left.When I first watched that footage, I had no idea what she was doing.Now, with the evidence in hand, I had it delivered to them. Dad watched, his face twisting in shock. Mom snatched the papers."What is this?" she asked.Her expression darkened as she read. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed Fiona by the arm. "Fiona, what is the meaning of this?"Everything spiraled into chaos.Dad looked more shaken than I'd ever seen him. "I've been raising someone else's child for over ten years?"His reaction was too intense. Mom sensed something was off. She turned to him, suspicious. "You knew something, didn't you?"Their argument erupted, voices rising, accusations flying. Then, in the heat of it all, Dad let slip the truth.So that's how it was.Fiona was the daughter of Dad's mistress. Back the
Why should I hurt myself over the mistakes of a bunch of worthless people? I should live longer than all of them, live better than any of them, and stay as far away as possible from those who drag me into despair.The crowd was growing. I didn't want this farce to continue. Just as I was about to leave, Fiona, acting as if she understood everything, spoke up. "Jolene, Grandma's surgery is over. It was a success. If you don't believe me, check the family group chat."She approached cautiously, holding up her phone. On the screen was a short message confirming the surgery's success.Then, right below it, Mom had posted a paternity test report with a comment: [Jolene really isn't our biological daughter. We don't know the details yet, but no wonder she grew up to be such an ungrateful wretch. @Fiona, baby, from now on, you're my only daughter.]And then, she removed me from the group.She probably deleted my contact as well.Fiona seemed unaware of the bombshell below the surgery
I made my way back to the hospital, feeling sicker than before. Something churned inside my head, making me dizzy and nauseous. Still, I forced a smile, carrying a thermos of porridge to my grandma, ready to share a made-up story to cheer her up.But she lay motionless on the hospital bed, surrounded by people. A doctor hurried over and told me she had suffered a sudden attack and needed immediate resuscitation. My parents had already been notified.The thermos in my hands slipped, spilling porridge all over the floor.For a moment, I just stood there. Then, my smile faded. I mumbled an apology, cleaned up the mess, and sat on a bench, unable to bring myself to look at her again.When they arrived, the doctor asked them to sign the consent forms and pay for the surgery. The procedure would take a long time, and the chances of success were not high.I waited in the corner for what felt like forever, my courage draining bit by bit. Then, I heard their voices. They were getting imp
Maybe even when I'm eighty, there will still be a child inside me, waiting for a love that never came.My parents flipped through the report with impatient hands. Their faces darkened. Dad set the paper down, his voice low and heavy."How could you end up with a disease like this?"I stared at them blankly. "The doctor said the cause was parental favoritism toward Fiona."Mom's voice shot up. She slammed the table. "Are you blaming us?"Then came the speech I had heard too many times. The hardships of raising children, the sacrifices she had made, the fairness she prided herself on. She spoke with conviction. "Everything your sister has, you have too. She gets a birthday celebration, so do you. She gets a tutor, you can join in. What else do you want?"Dad nodded. "Look around. Tell me which other family treats their kids as equally as we do. You're just not as good as your sister, so now you want to blame us?"…It was laughable, really. They always claimed to be fair.How lo
"If you don't want to study, drop out. You're already eighteen. Your father and I have no obligation to support you. Earn your own money! Everyone else's daughters can buy houses and cars for their parents and siblings—why can't you?"I slammed into the cold wall behind me. My lips split, the sharp sting spreading in waves. My chest ached too, not the sharp kind of pain, but something heavy, thick, impossible to shake off.I looked up at her. My eyes burned, but no tears fell.I lowered my head and laughed. "I must be unlucky to have parents like you."The laughter faded. A single tear slipped down, unseen by anyone.…What kind of mother thinks in the filthiest way about her own daughter, then humiliates her in front of everyone?Once her child turns eighteen, she refuses to spend a cent more. Instead, she dreams of being showered with money, as if an eighteen-year-old can magically become rich overnight.She waters the soil stingily, then wonders why the tree never grew tall.
When Dad's affair was exposed, my parents took their divorce battle to court.They had two children, so the judge decided each of them should take one.Neither of them hesitated. They both chose my sister.The judge hesitated instead and asked my sister to decide.Fiona stood there in her little designer princess dress, our father on one side, our mother on the other.Dad made his offer first. "Fiona, pick me. I can give you a better life. Haven't you always wanted a new tablet? I'll get you one tomorrow."Mom noticed her shivering, took off her scarf, and wrapped it around her gently. "Fiona, you should stay with me. If your dad remarries, what will you do with a stepmother?"And just like that, they started arguing again.I stood in the corner, forgotten. A strange sense of awkwardness crept up on me, so I pulled up the zipper of my school jacket. The thin, faded fabric did nothing against the cold, and the wind slipped right through.The courtroom was in chaos. Voices clash...
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