Falling in Love Too Late

Zac pretended to be distressed and said, "My mom won't let me say."

But the next day, Zac brought my "retard certificate" to school.

From then on, no one wanted to talk to me, no one wanted to sit with me, even my homework books were thrown around the classroom by them.

They said if they had contact with a "retard", they would become stupid too.

So, they wouldn't let me stand within 5 meters of them, they even forbade me from using the bathroom.

I often silently picked up my homework from the trash can, and to avoid using the bathroom, I tried to drink less water.

But one day, an accident happened.

When I wanted to go to the bathroom, a group of girls blocked the door, laughing and forcing me to go to the boys' bathroom.

I was really uncomfortable, so I ran towards the boys' bathroom, where I ran into Zac.

Zac grabbed me. "Grace, why are you going to the boys' bathroom? You really are retarded."

Laughter erupted from all around, I couldn't hold it anymore, I felt a wetness in my lower body.

I had wet my pants.

Compared to the nightmare that happened years later... this was nothing.

In the banquet hall, I saw the one who started calling me a retard, enjoying everyone's admiration.

Even though I hated him to death, I had to admit, Zac was very good-looking.

Now he was wearing a custom suit, speaking fluent English, and chatting happily with everyone.

He was the future financial genius, every mother-in-law's dream son-in-law, he was nothing like before.

I still remember when Zac first came to my house, he was even shorter than me.

He was so skinny, spoke with a rural accent, I couldn't help but laugh.

Zac fell silent, and didn't speak again for two weeks.

My dad was worried sick, scolded me again, and forced me to apologize to Zac.

When Zac finally spoke again, he spoke standard Mandarin.

It was only later that I found out, during those days he had been listening to the radio, practicing pronunciation, and refused to speak until he had mastered it.

He was that ruthless, he would accomplish whatever he set out to do.

He wanted to steal all of my parents' love, and he did.

I was floating in mid-air, when I saw a beast walking over.

He pretended to be well-behaved, "Mom, today is Zac's birthday, don't talk about these unhappy things."

Seeing that beast, my soul started to shake. He was a terrible memory I would never forget until the day I die.

That year, he violated me.

Yet, Zac provided false testimony for him.

No one believed what I said. Instead, they insulted me.

My father was so angry he whipped me with a belt, my mother chased me into the snow, and even my grandfather was enraged to death.

If only... that year... I hadn't gone back to the countryside.

Unlike my parents, my grandfather always doted on me. When he saw me, he hugged me with a heartache, asking why I had lost weight.

When he saw Zac, he was indifferent.

He even, during family meals, would give me the biggest piece of meat and wouldn't talk to Zac.

My father didn't say anything, but my mother couldn't stand it. "Dad, Zac is also your grandson, you can't be biased."

Grandfather icily said, "I only have one granddaughter, and that is Grace. I really don't know what you guys are thinking, treating an outsider like he's your own."