Chapter 3

I quickly picked an apartment, signed the lease, and paid the deposit.

Right after I walked out, Helen called to scream at me.

"Chloe! You think you're so tough now, bullying Tiffany?!"

"Go back right now and apologize to her, or you’ll regret it!"

Helen’s voice was so loud it made my ears ring.

Anyone listening would think she was Tiffany's mother and I was some bully.

This was my biological mother. She always blindly favored my uncle's family.

I couldn't even count how much abuse and unfairness I had suffered because of her favoritism.

When we were kids, whenever Helen cooked something delicious, it was always for Tiffany.

I never got a single bite.

Even when she took me out to buy clothes, she would always buy Tiffany a piece first.

Once, because I talked back to Tiffany, Helen drove her home on her scooter and left me behind. I had to walk an hour to get home.

My dad worked his butt off to make money, but Helen gave it all to her brother's family.

My dad fought with her constantly over this, and eventually, they got a divorce.

But she never changed.

I used to think she just wanted to help her brother, but that she still loved me. That's why I always listened to her.

But Helen never loved me. Not for a second.

In my past life, because of Tiffany's lies, I was trapped in a nightmare of rumors.

I explained everything to Helen, but she chose to believe I was the one who got pregnant and caught an STD, rather than suspecting Tiffany.

She even claimed I was mentally sick and trying to ruin "pure, innocent" Tiffany's reputation.

When I finally broke down and decided to get a DNA test, Helen immediately ran and told Tiffany.

That's why Tiffany pushed me off the balcony.

As I fell, I saw someone standing behind Tiffany.

It was Helen.

She watched her niece push her own daughter to her death, and she didn't say a single word to stop it.

She even lied to the police, telling everyone I jumped because of shame.

I had always thought she cared about me.

After the divorce, she had begged me in tears not to leave with my dad, asking me to stay with her.

Seeing her cry, my heart softened.

But on the day I died, I finally understood.

To her, keeping me was just keeping a free servant to help her support her brother's family.

On the phone, Helen was still screaming, threatening to disown me if I didn't apologize.

I glanced at the awkward agent sitting across from me and said coldly,

"If you don't have anything important to say, I'm hanging up."

I ended the call, cutting off her screeching. The world suddenly became peaceful.

Right then, a text message popped up on my phone.

[Hey sweetie, Dad wants to see you. How are you doing?]

I stared at the screen, tears welling up.

In my past life, he had come to find me after my graduation.

He wanted to give me another choice, unable to watch me jump into Helen's trap.