They had two children and indulged in a life of success and luxury.
Recalling the events of my previous life, I clenched my fists in anger.
This time, I would make them pay for what they did.
Calming my emotions, I quickly located and photographed the treasure my father had hidden in his study before rushing out of the house.
When I returned home, my mother was disheveled, her face marked with fresh red handprints.
She lay helplessly on the floor, clutching the sofa, muttering in pain, "I did nothing wrong... I did nothing wrong..."
Judy stood above her, berating her with venomous words, her bright red lips moving with every insult.
"How disgusting can you be? You've brought nothing but shame to the Best family!" she spat.
"Are you that desperate for men? Five at once? You might as well become a prostitute—five or fifty a day, it wouldn't make a difference!"
"My brother is always so nice to you, and this is how you treat him? How can he hold his head up in front of others when you cheat on him?"
These words inflamed my father further. His face twisted with anger, he kicked my mother hard, causing her to fall, her head striking the edge of the coffee table, blood quickly pooling on the floor.