Love is Deep and Shallow, But My Marriage's Love is A FantasyChapter 1
Ten years into fulfilling my sister’s abandoned marriage contract, I was pushed off a three-story building—just for sitting in her favorite chair.
My spine shattered, my body drenched in blood, I begged him to call for help.
But just like his father, he sneered at me.
"You think you deserve to use my mom’s things? Let me tell you—no matter what, you’ll never replace her! You want me to save you? No way. I’m going to watch you become a cripple and then watch Dad throw you out of this house!"
I stared at him in disbelief.
This was the child I had raised since he was a baby, the one I had devoted my life to.
My heart felt as if it were being torn apart, piece by piece.
After being rushed to the hospital, I dialed an overseas number.
"Professor Zane, I’ve changed my mind. I’m willing to go abroad."
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The moment I hung up, David Gunn walked in, accompanied by my parents and Tyler Gunn, the boy who had just tried to kill me.
Tyler glared at me with open hostility.
"Why should I apologize to that disgusting woman?" he spat.
"She sat in my mom’s chair first! I only called out to her and she got so scared she fell on her own. She didn’t even bleed! I thought she was just faking it again, like always."
His words grew more and more vicious.
But no one in the room stopped him.
They just stood there, watching me with cold, judgmental expressions.
I didn’t bother explaining myself this time. I simply turned to look out the window, my face devoid of emotion.
But David spoke out and scolded.
"Nadine, the child is speaking to you! How can you ignore him like that? What kind of mother does that?"
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, "What kind of child watches his own mother get hurt and doesn’t show a shred of concern—only keeps insulting her?"
David’s frown deepened, "That’s because you’ve never been good to him. You’re always playing the victim, trying to trick him into pitying you."
Not good enough?
Tyler had been frail since birth, constantly sick. I was the one who stayed up night after night taking care of him.
I learned acupuncture and massage therapy. I spent years perfecting medicinal soups and herbal meals.
The delicate hands that once played the piano turned rough and swollen.
Tyler once said he didn't felt secure, so I stayed by his side for three days and nights without sleep.