Reborn From Betrayal, I’ll Make My Mother Taste RuinChapter 1
My mom seemed incapable of understanding human speech. I had stayed up late preparing a proposal and told her I had an important meeting in the morning.
Yet she slipped sleeping pills into my milk and secretly turned off my phone. When I woke, it was already 10:30 a.m.
“Which daughter doesn’t deserve to be cared for? I just wanted you to sleep a little longer.”
There was no time to argue. I turned on my phone and found hundreds of messages from my boss and colleagues urging me.
Luckily, the company was nearby. I grabbed my laptop bag and rushed downstairs to see that the electric bike’s tire was flat.
“You complained that the tire had no air the other day, so I kindly pumped it for you. I forgot to screw the valve cap back on.”
With no time left to argue, I ran to the company, panting, and forced a smile as I opened my laptop.
No matter what I did, the laptop was soaked, dead, and refusing to turn on. I was fired and sent home, and Mom still wore that heavy look of disappointment.
“You said last night your laptop was dusty. I thought, it’s just dust, why not wash it clean with water? So I did.”
Anger hit me so hard I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, a strange, one-eyed old man stood over me, moving in a way that made my stomach twist.
“You’re in your thirties and still jobless. I kindly found you someone. How can you blame me?”
Rage took over. I grabbed a knife, ready to fight Mom to the end, but Dad, my brother, and the neighbors wrestled it from my hands. Their voices turned on me, calling me ungrateful.
In the struggle, the knife slipped. A sharp pain shot through me as blood spread beneath me. I fell.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that sleepless night, working on the proposal, as if none of it had happened.
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When I saw the thick stack of planning files on the screen, I pinched myself hard. The sting was real, and tears of joy rolled down my face. I was truly alive again!
Back on the night that had wrecked my whole life, every memory came rushing back. If I really had a second chance, I swore I would never let myself fall into that same powerless trap again.
This time, those who once called me ungrateful would taste the full weight of Mom’s so-called kindness.
As I quietly cried in front of the glowing screen, Mom walked in holding a cup of milk.