Mag-log in"Arlene, your mother doesn't have much time left, so she wants to see you one last time," Dad said.Through the phone, I could hear Alison yelling and things being smashed in the background.The familiar noise washed over me, and I remained unmoved."Dad, when you signed the declaration, I made it clear that none of us owes the other anything from that day on. I have money, yes. But I would sooner feed it to stray dogs than give you a penny."With that, I hung up and blocked that number.I moved to another city and got a new job.In this new city, no one knew anything about my past.I was just a survivor of a toxic family.There was actually more to the story about the house Alison sold.The buyer was a shrewd businessman.Not only did he drive the price down when buying the house, but he also discovered that Alison had cut corners during the renovation and illegally removed a load-bearing wall.The buyer then turned around and sued Alison, demanding compensation for the rep
The entire industry also blacklisted Tyler.No company would dare to hire a man with a criminal record who had also been involved in human trafficking—or at least the attempted sale of a family member.Alison fared even worse.The "devoted wife and loving mother" and "wealthy socialite" persona she had carefully cultivated on Instagram came crashing down.All the mommy groups and group-buying chats she had joined were filled with people cursing her out."Oh my god, so all those designer bags she used to show off were bought with her sister's money?""She's so evil. I can't believe she actually encouraged her own kid to commit a crime.""No wonder Celeste hits other kids at kindergarten. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."At Celeste's kindergarten, parents jointly demanded that she be expelled. The principal, unable to withstand the pressure, asked her to withdraw.When Tyler walked through their neighborhood with Celeste, people pointed and whispered. Some kids even th
Alison and Tyler were taken into criminal detention.Mom and Dad sat outside the police station for an entire day and night, crying until their voices went hoarse.When I didn't answer their calls, they changed their numbers and sent me text messages instead."Arlene, Alison is your sister! How can you be so heartless? She has a child to raise. If you have them locked up, what's going to happen to Celeste? If you drop the charges, we'll make Alison apologize to you, okay?"I read those texts and felt nothing but irony.Back when they were scheming against me, did they ever think of me as family?When Celeste was destroying my things, did she ever think of me as her aunt?I had Marsha contact them instead.Marsha told them that without compensation and my forgiveness, Alison and Tyler would face at least three years in prison.The moment they heard about jail time and having to pay back 1.8 million dollars, Mom and Dad finally panicked.They sold the house back in their hometo
My family didn't let up after the Christmas dinner.On the contrary, they fought back like rabid dogs.The moment I walked into the company building on my first day back at work, I saw a crowd gathered in the lobby.A white banner was stretched right across the center. It read in black letters, "Arlene Manning—heartless scammer who stole from her own sister. Ungrateful disgrace! Get out of the company."Alison and Tyler were kneeling beneath the banner, wailing tearfully.Mom and Dad stood to the side, holding up a large photo of my face with a red "X" marked over it.Celeste sat on the floor with a megaphone, shouting, "Aunt Arlene, you're a bad woman! Give my daddy his money back!"It was right in the middle of the morning rush hour.Vince Floyd, the HR director, stood off to the side with a grim look on his face. He was about to say something when I walked in, but Tyler—sharp-eyed as ever—caught sight of me. He charged over, lunging for my hair."Arlene, you bitch! Give m
The business class seats on the train were really spacious.I ordered a cup of hot milk.My phone screen lit up with a bank notification saying the payment had failed.Immediately after, countless unfamiliar numbers started blowing up my phone.After putting it on silent, I slipped on an eye mask and settled in for a nap.I could already picture the scene back at the restaurant.…Third-Person POVThe waiter walked into the private room with the long bill."Sir, your total comes to 86 thousand dollars. Will that be cash or card?"Tyler froze mid-bite while picking his teeth, and the lobster meat fell out of his mouth onto the table."Did you just say 86 thousand dollars? Are you running some kind of scam?"He slammed his hand on the table and jumped to his feet, instantly sobering up.The waiter maintained a professional smile as he pointed to the bill."Sir, this bottle of red wine alone is 50 thousand dollars, and the rest of the food comes to 36 thousand dollars. They
In the early morning, I was woken up by Celeste's shouting.She was riding me like a horse and whipping my blanket with a plastic stick."Giddyup! Giddyup! Get up, you lazy pig! I want to go buy a Barbie doll!"Leaning against the doorframe, Tyler said, "Arlene, get up now. It's Christmas, and we promised to take Celeste to the mall to buy gifts."I threw off my blanket and lifted Celeste aside.Just as she was about to throw a tantrum, I pulled out a stack of 100-dollar bills from my bag."Be good, Celeste. I'll take you to buy the most expensive Barbie doll later, okay?"Celeste's eyes instantly went wide, and she reached out to snatch the money.I put the money back and beamed at Tyler and Alison."Alison, Tyler, I thought it through last night. At the end of the day, we're family. It's just a few plastic toys. So what if they're broken? I shouldn't have given Celeste a hard time about it."Alison was putting on her shoes. Hearing this, she paused for a moment, then her fa







