After the True Heiress Is Betrayed, the Scumbag Begs for Forgiveness

At the banquet where I revealed my true identity as the legitimate daughter, I fell head over heels for the privileged Ceasar Trainston.

To be worthy of Ceasar, I threw myself into learning programming, striving to become a developer. With sheer persistence, I managed to secure an opportunity at Ceasar's company, hoping that he would notice me, even if just for a moment.

Ceasar once said, "Helen, once this game is officially launched, we'll be together."

But he broke his promise.

After a false accusation from an impostor claiming I had leaked company secrets, Ceasar didn't even bother to investigate. Without a second glance, he discarded me, sending me back to the small town I had once come from, forcing me to confront my past.

Five years later, I returned to the city, battered and bruised.

No longer carrying the pride I once had.

Yet when I crossed paths with Ceasar again, with no trace of love in my eyes, he, with bloodshot eyes, desperately pleaded, "Would you still love me?"

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This year marks the fifth year since Ceasar, my lover, cast me back into the village where I once lived.

The sun beat down mercilessly as I hunched over, balancing two buckets filled with a pungent, foul-smelling slurry on a rough yoke. Limping, step by painful step, I trudged toward the vegetable garden. My eyes were hollow, my movements automatic as I diligently spread manure on the cabbage plants.

I hadn't been allowed to eat lunch by my foster parents and to make matters worse, I had been severely beaten. After finishing the task in the garden, the world around me went dark, spinning uncontrollably. With a loud thud, I collapsed right there in the soil.

If I hadn’t somehow managed to drag myself out of the field, I would have likely stayed unconscious all day, possibly even slipping away quietly without anyone noticing.

From the moment I was born, my foster parents had schemed to swap me out. They brainwashed me from a young age, teaching me that my purpose was to support them and my fool of a sister so they could live the high life once I was recognized by a wealthy family.

But I severed ties with them without hesitation.

My foster parents despised me for abandoning them in pursuit of a life of luxury.

Since I returned, they’ve treated me like a servant, using and abusing me, beating me at the slightest whim, while they enjoyed their comfortable lives.

The sound of a luxury car engine grew louder as it approached.

Walking down the path, the sun blinding me, I instinctively shut my eyes.

Suddenly, the screech of brakes filled the air and before I could react, I was knocked to the ground. Pain shot through my knee instantly.

The driver immediately rolled down the window and began shouting, "Where did this beggar come from? Are you blind? Can't you see such a big car coming? You’re lucky I don’t run you over — even ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for your mess."

If I were still the proud young lady from the Wonders Family, recognized and elevated, I would have slapped his mouth off and given him a good beating.

But I wasn’t that arrogant young lady anymore. Ever since I was falsely accused of leaking Ceasar's company secrets, I was abandoned by everyone.

As I lay there, shivering, memories of the humiliation and beatings I’d endured over the past five years flooded my mind.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Helena. How did you end up like this?"

The familiar voice made me momentarily dazed.

It was Tracy—the one who had brought me nothing but nightmares and the biological daughter of my foster parents.

"You're truly pathetic. No one even wants to come pick you up. I only came to watch you make a fool of yourself," she said, a smirk on her face.

She pinched her nose, disgusted and added, "You smell awful, like a pile of rotten dung."

Tracy, disgusted by the muddy path, complained about how it dirtied her Chanel heels. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat, clearly terrified of catching even the slightest trace of me.

Finally, she could escape this hell.

For the past five years, I had imagined this moment over and over. With renewed determination, I scrambled to my feet.