Chapter 7
A week later, my dad walked into our rented apartment carrying a load of gifts.
My mom was ecstatic.
“Alisha, your dad and I have gotten back together. We’re moving into his place.”
I shook my head. “Dad, Mom, I’ve grown up now. I need to focus on my studies. You two just got back together, enjoy your time together.”
They exchanged a glance, both grinning slyly.
And so, my dad helped my mom move all her belongings into his place.
As soon as they left, I immediately booked a flight abroad for next week. My study abroad paperwork was all set. I was just one step away from leaving this place.
That evening, I got a call from my mom.
“Your dad’s hidden that card really well. I still haven’t found it. But he’s been so generous these days. He brought me designer bags and perfumes.”
She proudly bragged about all the things my dad had been
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buying her.
She mentioned that it wouldn’t be long before she got the card back from him.
“Oh, and by the way, my dad said he’s planning to buy a bigger house, and he wants me to contribute. But I don’t have any money. It’s all in his hands, how can he even ask me for it?”
I quickly urged her, “Mom, my dad’s probably just testing if you still have money. Keep him calm, don’t let him get suspicious. That way, you can get the money back. Also, while you’re at it. You should have my dad buy a car for Wilbur. That way, he won’t waste money on other women.”
My mom was happy that I was on her side and completely agreed with me.
“I’ve been wondering how your dad could have so much money. Maybe he figured out your password. Either way, that money’s partly mine too. Tomorrow, I’ll make him buy a car for Wilbur.”
I knew my mom had completely fallen into the trap I’d set for her.
But, since she was my mother, I couldn’t help but give her one last chance.
“Mom, what about me?”
My mom, hearing that I also wanted something, quickly dismissed me. “Alisha, you’re a girl, so you don’t need that
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things. Don’t worry, I know that money’s from your winnings. I won’t forget you.”
In my past life, when I was locked in the basement, I had asked my mother through tears why, after they’d gotten the money, they still wouldn’t let me go.
She’d sneered and said, “What if you spill the beans about Wilbur? You’ll stay here, and I’ll give you food and water. You should consider this is a way you repay me for give you your life.”
It was then that I truly saw her for what she was.
This time, even though I was living another life, I knew her heart was still focused on money and her son, never on me.
I smiled and told her, “Mom, I know you care about me. You and Dad and Wilbur can spend the money however you like. I’ll work and make my own.”
She beamed with pride, calling me a good daughter.
But in my heart, I thought, “Good? I’m not good at all.
I’ll make sure you all destroy each other and fall together into hell.”
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