My parents and brothers wanted me to die, but when I did, they regretted it.
“You, who is the father of your illegitimate child?”
My parents demanded to know frantically. They wanted to find out who fathered the child I was carrying. I looked at them and suddenly laughed, “The kidnapper.”
Shock froze my parents and brother, leaving them pale–faced.
I continued softly, “Don’t you remember? The kidnapper asked for ransom, but you chose to save your other beloved daughter instead, saying I needed to learn a lesson.”
My mother slumped onto the sofa. “That’s impossible. We just wanted to teach you not to bully Adeline. We never thought…”
I knelt before my mother, “You never considered that the kidnapper might violate me, did you?”
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Without waiting for her to
respond, I pressed on, “Did you really think a group of male kidnappers would show mercy?”
My mother opened her
speak, but I cut her off, “When I returned home covered in scars, why did no one ask me about them?”
“You didn’t come to rescue me. You just took Adeline away.”
“You didn’t come on the first day, or the
second, or even after a whole month…”
“Did you think the kidnapper still believed they could get a ransom?”
Now it’s over. I’m dying.
The next day, as I prepared to go to the hospital for surgery, I ran into Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Adeline’s stomach issues had flared up again, and the whole family was anxiously by her side.
I went to the doctor’s office, confirmed my surgery time, and then left to handle my admission paperwork.
Asher saw me and grabbed my arm, with Adeline glaring fiercely behind him.
“Why are you at the hospital? Adeline’s not eating because of you, and now she’s sick. What more do you want?” Asher accused harshly.
I waved him off, “I’m not here to see you.” To me, the Beckett family had become distant, like strangers.
Since I decided not to be part of the Beckett family anymore, I would sever all ties with them, just like… my parents had done with me.
Perhaps, deep down, I did have the same cold blood as the Beckett family.
I shook off Asher and turned to leave.
I used to always watch the backs of Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Now I finally didn’t have to.
The biopsy results came back, confirming a stage 4 brain tumor. Surgery was no longer an option, and the child couldn’t be kept.
How could I keep the child?
When I got off the operating table, I felt like I had lost half my life.
I slept for two days, but it felt like just a light nap. If death is like this, it doesn’t seem too hard to accept.
The doctor said my abortion was successful, but the cancer had spread. I knew my time was shorter.
A month later, I was discharged, with the doctor advising me to continue chemotherapy.
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It was then I received a call from Adeline. She said if I was leaving the Beckett family, I should do it thoroughly.
She arranged to meet me at the coffee shop to return my belongings.
Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the coffee shop, where Adeline was already impatiently waiting.
I didn’t expect Asher to be there too. He scrutinized me,
I had lost weight too quickly in that month, leaving me gaunt, and the pain from the cancer made my eyes dark.
“Gora, look at you. How can you compare to Adeline? You’ve brought shame to the Beckett family, Asher said.
I didn’t respond, picked up my luggage, and prepared to leave.
Asher called after me,
displeased.
Probably because lig
four years, I constantly tried to please him. When had he ever received such coldness from me?
Seeing him silent, I prepared
pull
the glass door of the coffee shop to leave.
Asher tried to grab me but unintentio
pulled my long hair… the brown
wavy
hair fell off.
Asher and Adeline were shocked, “Why did you shave your head?”
He equally shocked faces of the coffee shop customers.
“Are you crazy? Don’t you care about your image at all?” Asher continued, seeing Adeline also scoffed at me,
PEPPA shave your head to prove
As and you
“Cora, what’s your trick this time? Some people perform grand gestures for their parents,
words were like knives.
a
point?” Adeline’s
I laughed, “Don’t you know what it means to start over?”
I reached out to Asher, “Give me back the wig.”
Asher held my wig without speaking, it was Adeline who snatched it and threw it into my arms.
I calmly put on the wig. After all, on the street, a skinny, bald woman is quite a sight.
“Adeline, you don’t have to be so scared. I won’t return to the Beckett family,” I said with a smile, “Not in this life, not in the next.”
“I’m not scared at all. Dad, Mom, and Brother only love me,” Adeline retorted, fuming.
Before going to the hospital for chemotherapy, I went to choose my burial plot, right next to my foster parents. In my next life, I want to be their biological daughter.
This life was too painful. In the next, I just want to live like I did before I was 17.
Unexpectedly, the sales manager for the burial plot was my foster parents‘ neighbor, Jasper.
He didn’t ask much or offer unnecessary comfort. Probably used to seeing life and death.
The shock he showed was likely because it was his first time dealing with the person who would use the burial plot.
Jasper seriously explained the details to me, even helping me pick an affordable urn.
Jasper accompanied me to my parents‘ grave,
“Dad, Mom… I miss you.”
I quickened my pace up the stairs, 108 steps in total, standing before the familiar tombstone, only to be stunned by the scene before me!
In front of the tombstone, in foul–smelling dog blood, were large words. I rushed to the tombstone…
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“Cora is a disgrace, the parents who raised her are animals!”
