Five years ago, I signed a marriage contract to repay a life debt to my godmother. I gave everything to the Claires during those five years, but the agreement ends tomorrow. Now, it's time for me to leave.
Before my godmother could reply, I felt a sharp pain in my forehead. A jagged rock clattered onto the tiled floor.
I covered my bleeding forehead and looked at Weston standing outside the window.
He crossed his arms and glared at me with disdain.
"You bastard, you went to Grandma to complain again, didn't you? Looks like the lesson I taught you just now wasn't harsh enough. You should just go down to the underworld and keep my dad company."
My chest tightened as everything from an hour ago came flooding back.
Today was my twenty-fifth birthday. Having never celebrated it before, I had rarely bought myself a cake, but I angered Weston by mistakenly wearing my deceased brother's clothes.
He snatched the cake away, wrote "Rest in Peace" on it with black paint and stuck funeral chrysanthemums on top.
My birthday cake became a memorial cake.
Weston laughed gleefully, mocking me.