My brother was tortured to death by the criminals in order to save me. From that moment on, my parents hated me to death. They not only gave all their love to their adoptive daughter but also beat me until I vomited blood because I took a bite of the adoptive daughter's cake. "You took your brother's life, now you're trying to take Qianqian's things!" "You love to take so much! Why don't you just take yourself to die!" What they didn't know was that I really did die later on.
My mom pointed at me and yelled with fury. "If I'd known I'd give birth to someone as heartless as you, I should've strangled you at birth!"
Kimberly hid behind my mom. "Karlee, you took my cake. Why did you still hit me? Do you hate me that much?"
She looked innocent, as if she'd been deeply wronged, questioning me with a pitiful tone.
My dad overheard and pulled Kimberly into a comforting hug. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable.
Blood trickled down from the corner of my mouth.
They didn't know I hadn't stolen anything. Kimberly had offered me the cake herself.
Ever since Kimberly told my mom that eating vegetarian meals and drinking plain porridge would bring blessings, my three daily meals turned into watery gruel.
While they ate, I stood to the side, swallowing hard.
The constant hunger made my eyes light up when I saw the cake in Kimberly's hand.
Maybe my gaze was too intense. Kimberly deliberately held the cake out to me. "Go on, eat it. Consider it charity."
But the my moment I took a bite, she messed up her hair and ran crying to our parents, claiming I'd stolen her cake.
"You greedy pig! Who said you could eat?"My mom rushed over and slapped me without hesitation. "You took your brother's life, and now you're stealing from Kimberly!" You love taking things so much? Why don't you just die?"
The slap sent me sprawling to the floor, pain radiating through my body.
My eyes welled up instantly.
I wiped my tears with my arm and croaked, "But I'm your daughter. Why are you treating me like this?"
My mom kicked me in the stomach. "You're not my daughter. You're a curse!"
The pain in my gut drowned out whatever they said next.
Only one sentence stuck with me. "Why wasn't it you who died back then?"
Yeah, if I'd been the one to die, things would've been so much better.
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"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."