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Five years into her second marriage, Mom
was beaten into paralysis.
The old man didn’t want to care for her, so he
found me.
Asking me to take her in.
As a dutiful daughter, I took her in, letting her
spend her last days in comfort.
I showed her my cars in the garage.
Took her to my company.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Perhaps out of joy for me, she spat blood
after seeing my bank balance.
The doctor said she didn’t have long.
He suggested I let her go to avoid suffering.
But what was a little suffering?
I kept her alive with the best medicine.
When she was better, I’d have her husband
visit.
Let them have a sweet moment.
When she couldn’t take it, I’d have her rushed
to the hospital.
This went on and on.
She lived for three more years.
Finally, she used all her strength to crawl to
the balcony.
She fell and ended her life.
Mom was dead.
I gave her a grand funeral.
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The old man felt he should be responsible to
me as my stepfather.
I smiled and nodded.
Then I sent all the videos of his abuse to
court.
I had the best lawyers.
I had irrefutable evidence.
He got what he deserved.
I smiled and nodded.
Then I sent all the videos of his abuse to
court.
I had the best lawyers.
I had irrefutable evidence.
He got what he deserved.
