Chapter 3
After leaving the Lynch’s villa, I went to the cemetery.
My foster parents were buried here.
Although they were farmers, they would do their best to give me the best in terms of clothing, food, housing, transportation, studying, and so on.
In front of their grave, I took out a small cake and cut it into three pieces.
Two for them, and one for myself.
“Mom, Dad, it’s my birthday. Let’s celebrate it together, okay?”
After leaving the cemetery, I went to the nearest mall to look for a part–time job.
All my money was spent on hiring an agency to let them arrange a fake death for me.
So now, I had to earn some money to sustain my life for the next ten days.
It might sound funny, but after I was brought back to the Lynch family at the age of 17, they gave me 160 dollars as my living expense for the month. But that was the only time they gave me money.
Afterward, they despised me for not being as excellent as Shirley, and they stopped caring for me, their own daughter.
I could only work part–time to pay for my tuition and living expenses.
However, because of my criminal record and various physical disabilities, I could only find some part–time jobs like giving out leaflets.
At 11:30 PM, I finally gave out all the leaflets in my hands.
After getting my wages, I walked out of the mall alone.
Just then, Camden got out of his Maybach and walked towards me with a serious expression.
“Brielle, what have you been doing outside today?”
I didn’t reply to him.
But Camder: pulled me to the trunk of his Maybach.
He then pressed on his car key, and the trunk opened.
The trunk was filled with roses, and there was a large cake in the middle.
“Brielle, happy birthday.”
Upon hearing Camden’s words, I stood frozen in place.
The Hoover family and the Lynch family were close friends and also neighbors.
Caniden and I were even betrothed to each other after we were born.
Even though I was only found and brought back home at the age of 17, our engagement had never changed.
I still remembered that when I first returned to the Lynch family, the first person I saw was Camden.
At that time, although he was dressed in a black suit, he seemed to radiate in my eyes.
During my life in the Lynch’s villa, only Camden didn’t despise me.
He would stand out to protect me when others bullied me.
He would also give me gifts on various holidays. He was the only person on Fairport Island who treated me well after my foster parents died.
And because of that, I hopelessly fell in love with him, taking him as my savior, my only reliance.
Even when he was knocked unconscious by his opponent, she fearlessly pounced forward to protect him.
At that time, they said that as long as I was willing to give my kidney to them, they would let him go.
So, without any hesitation, I gave one of my kidneys to them, securing Camden’s life.
But in the end, it was actually Camden who personally sent me to prison and let me stay in there for five years. Chapter 3
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“Brielle, what’s wrong? Did you think I forgot your birthday?”
Camden’s voice brought me back from my thoughts.
I calmly replied, “Thank you.”
Camden then took out a delicate gift box from the trunk again and said, “Open it and take a look.”
I opened the box, inside of which lay a pair of handcrafted high heels adorned with diamonds.
He said gently, “When you were eighteen, you said that you wanted to wear shiny high heels like Cinderella and marry me, so I had someone customize them for you. Do you like them?”
But I lowered my gaze and gave a bitter smile, saying, “You remembered it wrong. I didn’t say such a thing, and I don’t like high heels.”
At my and Shirley’s coming–of–age ceremony, Shirley showed up wearing her first pair of high heels in her life and received praise from everyone.
My parents laughed heartily amidst the praise and said, “Of course, our daughter must be the most shining girl in any kind of high heels.”
At that time, I foolishly believed that as long as I wore high heels, I would be liked and accepted by them.
So, time after time, I forced myself to wear uncomfortable high heels. But no matter what I did, they still didn’t care about me.
Camden was stunned and closed the gift box. “I’m sorry. Maybe I remembered it wrong.”
After a moment of silence, he awkwardly spoke up again, “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the restaurant to celebrate your birthday.”
On the way, Camden tightly held my hand and asked, “Brielle, why have you become so thin? And what happened to your legs…”
But before he could finish his words, his phone rang.
I saw at a glance that the caller ID was “Shirley“.
Camden answered the phone call. I didn’t know what he heard from the other end, but I saw panic quickly filling his eyes.
He hurriedly instructed the driver, “Go to the Lynch’s villa.”
On the way, Camden kept texting Shirley.
After we arrived at the Lynch’s villa, I saw Shirley wearing a pair of shiny high heels, standing on the rooftop of the villa.
When Shirley saw me and Camden, tears welled up in her eyes.
Then, she said, “Mom, Dad, Paul, Camden… Now that Brielle is b
