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“I mean, I used to want to be your daughter. A
good daughter. So your threats worked. But I
don’t want that anymore,” I said, my voice
flat. “So, as you wish. We’re done. Please,
don’t ever acknowledge me as your daughter
again.”
I turned and walked away, leaving Mom’s
screams echoing behind me.
I went home, packed my remaining
belongings, and left.
I blocked Mom and Sarah’s numbers and
threw myself into my work.
Despite Sarah’s best efforts, the story of her
wedding night got out.
Everyone was talking about it.
In my past life, Sarah had faced some gossip
for her deception, but people were generally
more forgiving, blaming Chad’s outdated
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This time was different. The story was too
explosive.
Sarah didn’t leave the house after she was
discharged from the hospital.
Mom, unable to reach me, came to my office,
accusing me of ruining Sarah’s reputation.
Ironically, I was the one who’d planned that
whole spectacle.
No matter how she tried to spin the narrative,
a video of Sarah begging Chad not to leave
her at the hospital surfaced a few days later.
My bosses called me in for a meeting.
I expected to be fired for the negative
publicity.
L
Instead, they asked how I was doing and
offered me a transfer to a new branch in
another state.
I was speechless with gratitude.
I started handing over my work, and then
Chad showed up.
He said he’d realized looks didn’t matter and
asked if I’d still marry him.
I stared at him, amused. “Do you want to
marry me because you like me, or because
you want a virgin?”
Chad stammered, unable to answer. He just
kept repeating, “I’m serious about you.”
dripping with sincerity. “I seriously think
you’re disgusting.”
I told him I could never forgive him and to
stay away from me.
He persisted, sending flowers, gifts, luxury
items.
I refused everything.
My coworkers urged me to be realistic,
arguing that marrying Chad was a chance to
climb the social ladder.
I just laughed. “He dumped me for Sarah
once; he’ll dump me for someone else again.
Money is nice, but it’s better when you earn it
yourself.”
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The day before I left, Sarah sent me a text,
saying Mom missed me and that she wanted
to apologize.
I deleted it without a second thought.
She’d pulled the guilt trip in my past life too.
I’d gone back, only to be treated worse than
ever.
I wouldn’t fall for it again.
I adapted quickly to the new city, focusing on
my work. I got promoted, earned a good
salary, and made new friends.
Eventually, I met someone.
He was intelligent, kind, and from a good
family. His parents adored me. When they
asked about my family, I told them the truth,
and they didn’t judge me. They just held my
hand and said I’d been through a lot.
I went back to my old city once, to transfer
my residency.
While there, I heard gossip about Sarah and
Mom.
Sarah had gone back to Tom, wanting him to
take responsibility.
He agreed, but only to use her again. He’d
gotten used to the “back door,” and regular
sex didn’t interest him anymore.
He used her until she was completely broken.
I heard she developed severe complications,
L
Mom’s dreams of a rich son–in–law were
shattered.
Her career also tanked. She’d insulted a
client, and the client’s family retaliated,
breaking her legs. She’d spend the rest of her
life in a wheelchair.
I just smiled when I heard all this.
Their fate was no longer my concern.
I was finally free.
(The End)
