Cold Betrayal Took Her, Warm Revenge Set Her Free

Daisy couldn’t stop herself from bending forward, her body trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks. Under the shocked gazes of passersby, she fled home, humiliation clouding her every step.

But home offered no refuge; it was a storm waiting to explode.

The moment she stepped through the door, her father’s furious slap landed across her face.

"Ah!"

The searing pain on her cheek made her head spin, but it was the fury in her father’s eyes and the deep disappointment in her mother’s gaze that cut deeper.

“Heather slit her wrist because of you. Are you happy now?!”

“You knew she liked Desmond too, but you still insisted on marrying him. What else did you expect her to do?”

“You’ve completely let us down!”

"Daisy, you've become so selfish. You weren't like this before."

Daisy’s laugh escaped, bitter and broken, her tears falling freely as she stared at the parents who had once adored her, now looking at her like a stranger.

She wanted to scream, "How did you become this? Are you still my parents?"

It was Heather who had stolen her fiancé, so why was she the one being blamed?

Daisy knew all too well that if she spoke her thoughts aloud, all she’d receive in return would be their stunned, confused stares and an even deeper sense of disappointment.

So she remained silent. The pain slowly dulled, leaving her oddly calm.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Give Desmond to Heather. For three years, while you were in a coma, she stayed by our side. She’s done so much for the family. You can’t just turn your back on her!”

Before Daisy could respond, Desmond and Heather walked in. Daisy’s eyes flickered to their intertwined hands and a cold chill filled her gaze.

She didn’t need her parents to say a word; she didn’t want Desmond anymore.

The moment Heather returned, her parents immediately dropped their harsh words for Daisy and rushed to Heather, showering her with concern.

“Heather, are you alright? Silly girl, why would you do something so reckless? What would we do if something happened to you?”

The scene was too much to bear. Daisy’s heart burned with pain. She couldn’t watch it any longer. She pressed her hand against her aching cheek and turned to leave, but Desmond’s hand suddenly gripped hers.

“Daisy, about today…”

“I know what you’re going to say,” Daisy cut him off, turning to face him. “But I don’t want to hear it.”

She could already predict it: another half-hearted apology, followed by a promise of a grander wedding next time.

But after being abandoned at the altar three times, Daisy had stopped holding out hope for anything more than empty words. Instead, she had become the punchline of the city’s cruelest joke.

“Desmond, hearts are made of flesh,” she said.

She wasn’t some unfeeling machine. The love she had once poured into him had crumbled to dust, leaving nothing but cold indifference.

Desmond had expected her to lash out, to fall into the same tantrums that had marked their past. But instead, she met him with calm detachment, leaving him speechless. His heart tightened as he reached out, but before he could say another word, Daisy slipped from his grasp, her figure retreating like the fading echo of a dream.

“Daisy.” Desmond panicked, instinctively moving to follow her, but a sudden cry from behind stopped him in his tracks.

“Desmond, come quickly! Heather fainted!”

His feet froze and just like that, he veered back, rushing to Heather's side in a flurry of concern.

A bitter twist of irony flickered in Daisy’s eyes as she watched him go, her heart heavy with the sting of abandonment.

She turned away, wandering into the garden, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the suffocating ache in her chest.

After a long stretch of silence, her phone buzzed with a message from Heather.

[Sister, look how pathetic you are. With just a flick of my wrist, both your parents and Desmond come rushing to me. And you? You’re nothing but a forgotten ghost in this house.]

[Oh, but even a shadow like you still bothers me.]

[Don’t worry. One day, I’ll make sure you crawl out of here like the dog you are.]

Attached was a video of Desmond gently feeding soup to Heather while her parents looked on, their eyes filled with the kind of care Daisy once thought she’d receive.