Betrayed: When My Family Killed Me

On the day I moved out, the weather was great, and the sky was full of vitality.

Before I left, Linda patted my shoulder, satisfied. "A girl has to get married eventually."

Then, as if recalling something unpleasant, her smile vanished. She changed her tone. "Once you're married, you're no longer a member of our family. But we've spent a lot on you, don't forget us."

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Of course, I won't forget all of you."

The word "all" dripped with sarcasm.

Anyone could see the irony. Linda snorted and walked away.

I quickly returned to my small apartment and then hurried back to the hospital for my shift.

As soon as I arrived, the head nurse led me to a private room. An elderly woman, attached to a breathing machine, lay in the bed.

The head nurse pointed to the unconscious woman and patiently explained, "Lisa, this patient just had heart surgery. I trust you to handle her care."

Meeting her eyes, I promised earnestly, "I got this. Don't worry."

Despite her illness, the elderly woman exuded a gentle elegance, always greeting me with a smile.

She often talked about her granddaughter, who was about my age and studying in another city.

One day, after I finished tidying her bed, a young woman rushed into the room, hugging the elderly woman with concern.

"Granny, I'm back."

With her family there, I quietly left the room.

"Lisa?"

Startled, I turned to see the familiar face in confusion.