My Нusbаnd Dumреd Mе аnd Mаrriеd My Sistеr fоr аn Inhеritаnсе, Тhеn Веggеd Mе tо Таkе Нim Васk — Stоry оf thе Dаy – Page 4 – Kennzo World
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My Нusbаnd Dumреd Mе аnd Mаrriеd My Sistеr fоr аn Inhеritаnсе, Тhеn Веggеd Mе tо Таkе Нim Васk — Stоry оf thе Dаy

“I’m so sorry. I tried to convince your mother that this is unfair to you, but you know her, once she decides something, that’s it,” he said softly.

That’s when I firmly decided not to live with them anymore. I sаvеd up some money and moved out. The apartment was small, just a tiny one-bedroom place with a leaky faucet and creaky floors, but it was my space, my life.

Most importantly, my family wasn’t there, and I didn’t have to give them a cent for Angela’s tuition. For the first time, I felt a sense of freedom and peace.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

My father sent me money from time to time to help me out. It wasn’t much, but it made a difference. Then, one day, the money stopped coming.

Confused and worried, I called him, but he didn’t answer. Later, I received a message from my mother: “Your father sent you money without my permission. You don’t deserve it because you didn’t pay for your sister’s education. I’ll send you the statements of all the money you owe us.”

That evening, a thick envelope arrived. Inside were pages and pages of statements, listing every penny they claimed I owed them. The total amount was staggering.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

My mother had calculated everything down to the last cent, including things likе groceries and utility bills from when I was still living at home. How could someone be so greedy? I realized then that my mother’s control and manipulation had no limits.

Later, I moved into a new apartment with my fiancé Tom, whom I met at work, and didn’t tell my parents about it. We were happy together, and for a while, I thought I could finally leave the past behind.

But when we got married, I decided I wanted to cut ties with my family once and for all. I asked Tom to go with me for support. He agreed, and I felt a little more confident about facing my parents.

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When we entered my parents’ house, everything felt tense. I hadn’t been back in a long time, and the memories came rushing back. Then, Tom saw Angela, and it was likе I ceased to exist for him.

He listened attentively to everything she said and complimented her on how beautiful she was. I felt a knot of discomfort in my stomach watching this, but I knew Angela had an influence on all men.

I approached my mother, who was sitting on the couch with a smug expression. “Mom, I need to talk to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

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She looked up at me, not even pretending to be interested. “What is it, Kate?”

“I got married. I have a real family now. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore,” I said, my voice strong.

My mother’s eyes flashed with anger. “You can’t do this to us! Especially now!” she shouted.

“Why not?” I asked, keeping my gaze steady.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“Your father had a heart аttасk. He needs care. You’ve always been so selfish!” she snapped.

I felt my heart drop. “Dad had a heart аttасk? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mother scoffed, crossing her arms. “It doesn’t matter. But you have to take care of him now.”

After this, I visited my father almost every day. I saw how my mother and Angela used his money without even discussing it with him.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“Why don’t you do something about this?” I asked him one day.

He looked tired and defeated. “We both know it’s useless. They won’t stop spending my money,” he replied.

I felt a pang of sadness. I hoped he would get better over time, but he only got worse. We had to put him in a hospital. My mother refused to pay for the hospital, even though it was his money, so I had to pay.

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