After rebirth, the girl chooses to remarry with her mother
Chapter 1
Dad kicked the bucket, and Mom wanted to
remarry.
But her new guy, this Mr. Henderson, only
wanted to take one of us.
He said he wasn’t made of money, and two kids
were too much.
I remembered whispered stories about Grandpa,
that he was some big–shot antique collector
with a serious bank account.
My little sister, Ashley, clung to Grandpa like
Velcro.
She refused to let go.
Grandpa just wanted her to study hard, and live
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frugally.
Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson hit it big.
He moved me into a freakin‘ mansion.
I was even engaged to a rich kid.
Ashley went ballistic.
She doused me in gasoline, wanting to burn it
all down.
Together we went back to the moment of the
“choice“.
This time, she latched onto Mr. Henderson’s
arm.
“I want to be with Mom and Dad!” she whined.
I bolted for Grandpa.
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Ashley, you can have that life of being a
bargaining chip on a business deal.
I’m bowing out.
Mom looked at me and Ashley, her face all
pinched with worry.
“Honey, sweetie who wants to come with me,
and who wants to stay with Grandpa?” she
asked.
Mom glanced at me, then back at Ashley, all
soft eyes and unspoken pleading.
Ashley was always her favorite.
She clearly wanted her to come along for the
ride.
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With Mom’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, Ashley
grabbed Mr. Henderson’s hand.
“Mommy, Daddy, I wanna be with you!” she announced, all smiles.
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I booked it to Grandpa, grabbing his calloused hand.
Across the room, Ashley smirked, her eyes full
of venom.
I knew it.
She remembered it all, just like me.
Last time, after Dad died, we’d faced the same
choice.
But Ashley overheard some mourners at the
funeral whispering about Grandpa’s antique
collection.
She’d jumped at the chance, choosing Grandpa
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without a second thought.
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She even had the nerve to tell me, “I’m about to
live the high life with Grandpa. You can look
forward to babysitting for your stepdad.”
But when she got to Grandpa’s, it wasn’t
exactly “Downton Abbey.”
It was a small house, a yard full of dirt, and a
beat–up old truck.
No fancy antiques or jewelry, no matter how
hard she searched.
When she asked Grandpa, he barked, “Who told
you I collected antiques? At your age, your
studies are the only important thing!”
While other kids played outside all summer, she
was stuck inside, trying to slog through old
books.
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She wanted to look cute and have fun, but her clothes were drab and reused year after year.
Grandpa worked the land and played cards with the old guys.
The money he gave her barely covered food.
Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson’s business blew up.
We went from a dumpy apartment to a nice
house, then a gated community with a big
house.
Soon, the Henderson name was on everyone’s
lips.
I wore expensive dresses, with perfect makeup,
and hung out with Mr. Henderson at all the
fancy parties.
Everyone commented on my good manners.
