I was bullied by thugs, burned with cigarette butts, carved with a knife on my back, and ultimately beaten to death.
All of this was orchestrated by Louis.
Yet, Dad twisted the truth, claiming I had died accidentally, and hurriedly cremated me.
As the flames roared, I heard his final words.
"She's as foolish as her mother."
I poured out all the grievances from my previous life.
Mom was stunned for a long time after hearing everything.
I knew she hadn't slept that night, but I also knew that a fierce determination was awakening within her.
While she might tolerate harm against herself, she would reveal her sharpest claws and ensure that those who hurt her child would be utterly destroyed.
The next morning, Dad arrived at our house with Grandma.
Without saying a word, Grandma began throwing our belongings outside.
She yelled, "Get out! You've been mooching off my son for years—you've got too much from us!"
Mom and I watched calmly as she raged.
Dad stood by, mocking, "Mom, don't tire yourself out. You'll just dirty your hands."
Mom took out her phone and started snapping pictures. "I'm documenting everything. You'll be paying for any damages, every last cent."