Chapter 8
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The staff followed his lead. They were still polite to me, but they treated my mom with increasing disrespect.
Then one day, Megan mopped the floor and deliberately poured extra detergent everywhere, causing my mom to slip and fall. She lost the baby.
After that, my mom’s health, already fragile, went downhill fast. She never recovered.
Seeing her in that state, my dad sneered and said, “You look half-dead. It’s disgusting,” before abandoning her entirely.
He never set foot in her room again.
When my mom passed away, she was still clutching a family photo of the three of us and a little stuffed toy.
It was meant for the family of four we were supposed to be.
She probably never imagined that the room they had once decorated together would end up being hers alone.
I remember that stormy night. I held her cold, lifeless body and cried for what felt like forever.
I glared at Megan with icy hatred.
If she hadn’t been reborn with memories of the past, I might have let her go. But that wasn’t the case.
So I won’t show her any mercy.
I stood up, clapped my hands, and then swept the fruit platter off the table, smashing it to pieces.
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“Trash like you and your son don’t deserve to eat this.”
Megan jumped up, clutching her belly.
She looked like she wanted to scream at me, like she used to, but remembered her current situation and held back.
I watched her and smiled.
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As the months went by, Megan’s belly grew. She was living comfortably in our house, eating well and putting on weight. My dad, seeing her as the mother of his future son, started treating her better, and she got bolder.
Feeling secure, she decided to push her luck.
Rubbing her belly, she said casually, “Lexie, once your little brother is born, you’ll give him the company, right?”
My dad turned to me, waiting for my response.
I understood immediately. Megan was trying to create tension between us.
But it was pointless. My dad and I were never close, so there was no relationship to damage.
Still, since she was offering herself up, I wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.
I went to my room, grabbed something I had prepared a long time ago, and handed it to my dad.
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When he saw what was on the paper, his face turned bright red with rage. He slapped Megan hard across the face.
“Megan, how could you be so shameless!”
She looked stunned, and when she read the paper, her face went pale.
She glared at me and screamed, “You sneaky little bitch! You had a paternity test done on my son behind my back!”
I smiled faintly.
That’s right. The day Megan moved back in, I had the staff slip a sedative into her drink. While she was out cold, I took a blood sample and compared it to my dad’s.
They didn’t match at all.
I had been saving this moment, waiting to see the look on her face.
After all, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. Isn’t that right?
This paternity test shattered Megan’s dream of becoming a rich man’s wife.
My dad took several deep breaths, his eyes closed.
Finally, he ordered the staff to throw her out. They grabbed her and dragged her across the floor, rougher than necessary.
Just then, Brandon and Paul burst in.
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They were armed and rushed at me aggressively.
“That bitch broke my legs! I’ll kill her!” Brandon shouted. His eyes were blazing with fury.
It was then that I noticed he was in a wheelchair, his legs wrapped in plaster casts.
