Reborn At My Father's Funeral

After this farce, the relationship between Dad and Tammy became public.

Without hesitation, Dad packed his stuff and went straight to Tammy's house.

As he was about to leave with his suitcase, Mom coldly said, "Let's get a divorce."

Dad scoffed. "If it weren't for Tammy's kindness and her reluctance to hurt you, I would have divorced you."

Without a trace of reluctance, he walked out of the home he had lived in for twelve years.

After he left, Mom locked herself in her room for a long time.

I pressed my ear to the door but heard nothing, fearing that Mom might be in despair.

I gently opened the door and saw Mom sitting alone on the edge of the bed.

She lowered her head and sobbed silently.

My heart was broken when I saw her crying.

I went over and tightly hugged her shoulders.

After a long while of crying, she began to speak to herself.

"I always knew he had a lover in his heart, someone disdained him and married to a wealthy man. She had brought him pain.

"But I didn't expect him to treat me like a fool, pretending to be dead, borrowing money—how could I not know his intentions?

"We've lived together for so many years. Even if he doesn't love us, doesn't he have any sense of responsibility? You are his daughter! Did he ever think... what would happen to us after he left?"

As she spoke, she started crying again.

I patted her, noticing how her once proud back now trembled, appearing so thin and fragile.

"Mom, divorce Dad. I am confident that you will win. I will always be with you.

"He doesn't love us, and we don't love him. No one is indispensable!"

Mom looked up, her eyes swollen and red, and nodded gently.

I was afraid that Mom might still soften her heart, so I confessed my experience of being reborn.

After Mom's death, I was left alone and helpless.

Dad, knowing that Mom had died after paying off the debt, came back flaunting his life with Tammy and her child.

Grandma had always favored boys over girls, and Dad had a preference for them too.

I was relegated to sleeping in a storage closet and was fed leftovers.

It was even worse when I competed in a school physics competition with Tammy's child, Louis Dunbar, and Dad tampered with the scores to secure a recommendation for him.

I was bullied by thugs, burned with cigarette butts, carved with a knife on my back, and ultimately beaten to death.

All of this was orchestrated by Louis.

Yet, Dad twisted the truth, claiming I had died accidentally, and hurriedly cremated me.

As the flames roared, I heard his final words.

"She's as foolish as her mother."

I poured out all the grievances from my previous life.

Mom was stunned for a long time after hearing everything.

I knew she hadn't slept that night, but I also knew that a fierce determination was awakening within her.

While she might tolerate harm against herself, she would reveal her sharpest claws and ensure that those who hurt her child would be utterly destroyed.