"Everything you have is now mine," Suzy said. "Why are you still alive? Why haven't you killed yourself?"
Eventually, I realized how evil Suzy was.
I distanced myself from my family, not just because of my parents' bias but also because I did not want to fight with Suzy.
If she could take away my parents' love, she could take anything from me.
I knew that well. I didn't want to keep struggling futilely in this mire.
I tried to avoid Suzy, but she persisted in seeking me out.
She told me that my father did not give up despite failing to force me into marriage the first time. They had a second match lined up for me.
"This man is old and ugly. He's a gambler and hires escorts all the time. He's willing to pay 300,000 dollars for you, and if you give him a son, he'll throw in another 100,000 dollars!"
I didn't understand why Suzy hated me so much.
That day, we fought.
"Are you sick in the head, Suzy Jones?" I demanded. "Why are you so fixated on tormenting me? You know exactly ho
