After Being Abandoned by Me, He Returned For Revenge

The next morning, the door was slammed.

A girl was wearing high heels, looking young and pretty. She looked at me hostilely with her cat-like eyes, "You are the woman that Brother Dick brought back yesterday."

"Well, you look like you're about to die of illness, who are you pretending for?"

Her name was Ella Windy, the youngest daughter of the Windy family, a famous tycoon family. She was supported by someone and was a mediocre little star in the entertainment industry.

"Hey, I'm warning you, stay away from Brother Dick. A woman like you who exudes the smell of poverty all over your body is not worthy of him!"

"Also, we're getting engaged soon, and he's my boyfriend!"

The girl's loud screaming and shouting soon attracted Dick. She immediately dived into the man's arms and stuck her head out to observe my reaction.

He was wrapped in a bath towel, not knowing where to put his hands. He sighed familiarly and rubbed his brows helplessly.

He said, "Ella, what's up."

For a moment, I seemed to see myself in this girl.

When I was eighteen, I was arrogant and looked down on everyone because my family was rich and powerful.

There was only one person who would call me Ju, which was very affectionate.

And now, he called others such a name so affectionately.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Wen Ella stuck her head out, she raised her eyebrows proudly, and made a face at me.

So, I left.

Long-term repression had made me almost as abnormal as my mother.

In the psychiatric ward of the hospital.

The woman threw everything at hand at me, cursing non-stop.

"June, you are useless! None of the food here is edible, and the servants don't serve me well!"

"I want to go home, let me go home!"

"You're a money-loser! You're an unfilial daughter! Why don't you just die!"

I calmly picked up the broken dishes and threw them into the trash can. The fragments cut a big gash on my hand.

"Mom, if I die, you will have no one to order around."

"Bang--"

The woman stood up and slapped me in the face with all her strength.

The right side of my face was burning with pain and I had a strange ringing in my ears. I stood there expressionless and let her beat and scold me.

For a long while, the woman was silent, and her disfigured face became more hideous and terrifying.

I touched my red face woodenly and said in a cold voice, "Go, go back and continue to be the pampered Mrs. Windy you are."

A cold wind blew in, and the other personality in her body awakened, and her eyes gradually turned red.

The woman hugged me, cried bitterly, and blew on the red marks on my face with heartache.

"Ju, I'm sorry, let mommy see if it hurts?"

"Mom didn't mean it. You're my only daughter..."

My mother used to be a very gentle and beautiful woman. She watered the flowers and sewed, was kind and thoughtful, and never spoke loudly.

Ever since my dad got into trouble, his enemies came to our house and no one knew what happened that night.

When I rushed back from school, the house was empty-handed, the woman's leg was broken. She was raped, and her face was disfigured. Her bloody face scared everyone.

She was in tatters and told me while crying and laughing that she didn't want to live anymore.

I gritted my teeth, held back my tears, and used the little money I had left after our house was ransacked to take her to the hospital for treatment.

But it still left her with hideous scars and psychological trauma that could never be healed, causing her to become mentally ill and insane.

She began to become irritable and impatient, and would take her anger out on me whenever things didn't go her way. Beating and scolding became commonplace.

I love her and hate her, but I couldn't just ignore her.

After my father passed away, she was my only relative in this world.