When I was seven, my brother handed me over to human traffickers to save himself.
By the time I finally managed to come back, I found that my parents had a new daughter.
She was decked out in jewels. Covering her nose, she looked at me with disgust.
"Where did this beggar come from? She reeks! What if she has some kind of contagious disease?"
At those words, my parents' expressions changed, and my brother looked at me with nothing but contempt.
"Why did you come back to ruin our happy life? Is it because you want money?"
Only then did I realize that the fake heiress had become the real one, while I had become an obstacle in her way.
In the end, my brother helped the fake heiress torture me to death, while my parents simply looked the other way.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the age of five.
This time, I chose to stay alive.
My vicious brother and my biased parents can all go to hell!
