CHAPTER 90: Home Sweet Home

-=Martina's Point of View=-

My dad said we were home, but why don't I feel like I was home even though I grew up in this place?

The first reason that came to mind was the fact that even though I grew up in this place, it was also the place where I experienced being abused and used by my stepmother and my stepsisters until they sold me and forced me to marry someone I didn't know or even met before.

I tried hard to think about the happy memory I had in this house, thinking about the time when my mom was still alive and we were living happily here before Fionna and her wicked daughters.

I think deeply, and somehow, thinking about my mom helped me to ignore the bad experiences I had in this house, but even though it helped, I still couldn't feel that feeling of being at home.

"Because this isn't your home anymore, Martina," a small voice at the back of my head said, which I chose to ignore.

As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but notice the house I'd left behind. It was amazing