Boyfriend Cheating: Say Goodbye to Wrong Love

In the evening, my parents came back from the fields. As soon as they arrived, my mother rushed into my sister's room. After a while, she came out with a dark expression on her face.

She called me over and slapped me hard on both sides of my face. The force of the slaps was so intense that my cheeks swelled up immediately.

With a face full of anger, my mother furiously accused me, "Yasmine, who do you think is responsible for your sister's current state? Your sister is still bedridden and now you won't even clean her up. Don't you have any heart?"

My mother's eyes were filled with concern for my sister and blame towards me. I was familiar with this look, having lived under such scrutiny for twelve years in my previous life.

I had always known that my parents favored my sister. She was adorable and sweet-talking, their little darling. When, at the age of eight, she had fallen bedridden because of a slap I gave her, their concern was even greater. That day, my parents rushed her to the hospital for an examination, but the results showed she was fine.

However, my parents refused to believe the results. They would rather think the examination was flawed than accept that my sister had deceived them.

They really believed that a single slap from me could have caused my sister's paralysis. We lived in the countryside and when my sister became paralyzed, it was during the busy farming season. With one less person to help, all the work that was originally meant for my sister fell entirely on me for the autumn harvest. My parents preferred to watch me labor under the scorching sun rather than offer any help.

As the "culprit," I took on my sister's share of the work, farming under the blazing sun, causing my skin to burn layer after layer.

When the younger daughter, who was the parents' favorite, became paralyzed due to the elder daughter's actions, they grew to loathe the elder daughter and instead showered even more affection on their beloved younger daughter.

From then on, I became the "leftover" in the family. As the term suggested, I was left with whatever was discarded by my sister: the best food was always given to her first and I wore her old clothes. The most unbearable part was that my sister did everything on her bed and even after many washes, the clothes still carried an indescribable odor of excrement and urine.

I had to wear these short and ill-fitting clothes with a lingering smell of excrement to school, where my classmates mockingly called me "the excrement and urine person."

Meanwhile, the fact that my sister was paralyzed became increasingly exaggerated among the villagers. They didn't believe that a single slap could cause paralysis. Eventually, I was labeled as the villain who constantly abused and beat my sister, ultimately leading to her paralysis.

Even my parents, who knew the truth, came to believe these accusations over time. Whenever they were in a bad mood, they would take it out on me through physical abuse and verbal reprimands, seeing it as justified. Since I was considered a villain, everything that happened to me was deemed as my just desserts.

So, even when my mother hit me, I had to endure it; otherwise, I would face even harsher punishment.

"Mom, Yara’s hands can still move. I was thinking, what if we are not at home and she needs to poop or pee?"

When my mother heard this, she angrily warned me not to shirk my responsibility for taking care of my sister. She insisted that my sister's condition was entirely my fault.

I endured this, knowing it was not the right time to tell my parents that my sister's paralysis was actually a ruse. As they themselves said, pretending to be ill for three or four days might be believable, but how could someone fake an illness for over ten years?

These ignorant people held on to this belief and even when things seemed odd, they never questioned it. They trusted only what they saw with their own eyes and heard with their ears. Since they didn't believe the doctors, I decided to let them see the truth about their supposedly paralyzed daughter for themselves.