Chapter 196
I was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
I refused treatment, leaving the money for my mother.
She, however, gave it to my brother Remy Parrish, to spend as he pleased.
He gambled it all away, burying himself in debt.
For Remy, my mother then coerced me into marrying a murderer.
He killed me, dismembered my body, and flushed it down the sewer.
Severely ill and desperate for money, my mother was abandoned by Remy.
Only then did she think of me.
But I was dead, unable to help.
The day I died, my mom Laura turned 50.
She invited me to her birthday party for the first time.
I wore a long–sleeved jacket to cover the bruises my husband had inflicted.
Seeing me about to leave, he kicked me to the floor.
I had been ill for a year, and each blow felt like it was tearing me apart.
Desperate to attend my mother’s party, I clung to his leg and pleaded, “Mom invited me to her birthday. It is the first time ever. Please let me go.”
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He stopped beating me but snickered.
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Terror crawled through me. Panicky, I scrambled up, grabbed my mother’s gift, and bolted for the door.
As my hand touched the handle, something hard slammed against my head. “Don’t you dare lie to me, bitch!
“Drop dead! Then you won’t be sleeping around anymore!”
My phone rang before I lost consciousness.
Antonio answered, speaking gently to my mother.
Laura asked why I hadn’t arrived.
Antonio glanced at me and told her I had changed my mind. Laura erupted in a torrent of curses.
I raised my hand feebly, trying to signal for help.
Antonio crouched down, gripping my throat. He smiled at my mother. “Grace likes to feign illness. She said she’s too sick to come to your party.”
“She’s a bitch. You know I’ve always liked Grace the least.”
My vision blurred. My heart ached from the lack of air.
My body felt light, as if floating.
Then, I saw Antonio spit on my face.
“Mom, he’s lying.
I wanted to come to your birthday party,” I screamed in my mind.
Laura didn’t love me, not even a little.
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Yet, I went to her party.
She chatted with her friends while Remy played video games beside her, trading insults with his teammates.
“My son Remy does so well in school. He’s a talented gamer, too.” Laura said, kissing Remy’s cheek and piling his plate with his favorite foods.
“Where’s Grace? I’m out of money,” Remy complained.
“She isn’t coming.” Laura said, her face souring at the mention of my
name.
Remy finished his game and put down his phone, irritated that I wasn’t there.
Since high school, I had given him a monthly allowance. My mom believed it was my responsibility to take care of him.
“Why isn’t Grace here for your birthday? I heard she’s ill. Should we check on her?” a guest asked.
Laura’s mouth tightened. “She wants nothing to do with me. She’s lying about being sick to avoid coming.”
“She didn’t even send any money,” Remy whined, stuffing his mouth with potato chips.
The other guests gasped, voicing their disapproval.
“Your daughter is a disgarce!”
“You’re better off without her!”
Laura nodded, basking in their validation.
“You know what’s most infuriating? She loves playing the victim. She
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keeps saying she’s sick and gave all her money to Remy and me, but I know she’s faking it.”
“I wasn’t lying,” I tried to say, but no sound escaped my lips.
