Revenge on the Rotten Parcelles

"Of course not. Vincent risked his life for me. I'll always be by his side," Tammy declared.

"Tammy, do you really mean it?" Vincent mumbled weakly from his hospital bed.

"Of course. Don't worry, I'll stay with you," Tammy replied, holding his uninjured hand. Her smile looked more pained than comforting.

The reporters, touched by the rare display of devotion, snapped endless photos. The flashing lights blurred Tammy's vision. Turning to look at Vincent, she found herself overwhelmed by nausea when she looked directly at Vincent's burned face. She found it digusting.

Their performance of affection left me unable to stand idly by.

"Vincent, what are you two doing?" I asked, standing at the door, holding a bouquet with trembling hands.

The reporters smelled drama and turned their microphones toward me.

"Peggy, why are you here?" Vincent asked, clearly flustered.

I wiped away tears and pointed at them. "When we were dating, you were already tangled up with her. I dragged you out of that fire, and you risked yourself to save her instead. Now look at you, ruined but satisfied, right? Vincent, we're over!"

I stormed out, leaving the room in stunned silence. The narrative flipped—the devoted hero hadn't saved his girlfriend but someone else.

…

The scandal exploded, and their reputations crumbled overnight.

"Douchebag and homewrecker—serves them right!" the public roared.

Under pressure from the media and Vincent's domineering mother, Tammy had no choice but to care for him.

Caring for burn victims was grueling. Tammy, inexperienced and disgusted, endured changing his bandages and draining pus, all while dodging Madeline's threats.

"Try leaving, and I'll ruin you! My son's ruined, so I have nothing to lose!" Madeline shouted.

For two months, Tammy was trapped, enduring Vincent's gratitude and tears as if her suffering justified his survival.

…

Vincent finally left the hospital, but his mother refused to release Tammy.

"You'll care for him forever and give him children," she demanded.

Tammy, defeated, was dragged to their home. With no job, Vincent spent his days idling.

His mother depended on him financially before his accident. Now, Tammy worked tirelessly to cover the medical costs and their expenses.

Exhausted and bitter, she suffered Vincent's paranoia and tantrums, his jealousy exploding whenever she returned home late.

She longed to escape, but they monitored her closely.

Sometimes, passing by their neighborhood, I saw her pushing Vincent's wheelchair while Madeline trailed behind, always watching.

Of course, I kept watching too—until I discovered Tammy's secret.