Since I returned, they’ve treated me like a servant, using and abusing me, beating me at the slightest whim, while they enjoyed their comfortable lives.
The sound of a luxury car engine grew louder as it approached.
Walking down the path, the sun blinding me, I instinctively shut my eyes.
Suddenly, the screech of brakes filled the air and before I could react, I was knocked to the ground. Pain shot through my knee instantly.
The driver immediately rolled down the window and began shouting, "Where did this beggar come from? Are you blind? Can't you see such a big car coming? You’re lucky I don’t run you over — even ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for your mess."
If I were still the proud young lady from the Wonders Family, recognized and elevated, I would have slapped his mouth off and given him a good beating.
But I wasn’t that arrogant young lady anymore. Ever since I was falsely accused of leaking Ceasar's company secrets, I was abandoned by everyone.
As I lay there, shivering, memories of the humiliation and beatings I’d endured over the past five years flooded my mind.
"Well, well, if it isn’t Helena. How did you end up like this?"
The familiar voice made me momentarily dazed.
It was Tracy—the one who had brought me nothing but nightmares and the biological daughter of my foster parents.
"You're truly pathetic. No one even wants to come pick you up. I only came to watch you make a fool of yourself," she said, a smirk on her face.
She pinched her nose, disgusted and added, "You smell awful, like a pile of rotten dung."
Tracy, disgusted by the muddy path, complained about how it dirtied her Chanel heels. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat, clearly terrified of catching even the slightest trace of me.
Finally, she could escape this hell.
For the past five years, I had imagined this moment over and over. With renewed determination, I scrambled to my feet.
Just as I was about to grab the car door handle, the car suddenly started moving.
Fear gripped me—they might leave me here in this hell. My body shook with panic as I desperately tried to keep up with the car.
Years ago, when I tried to escape under the cover of night, a neighbor had caught me and in a fit of rage, my foster parents used the handle of an axe to shatter one of my legs. Since then, I’ve been unable to move with any speed.