The Train Of Despair

When I opened my eyes again, I was dressed in pajamas covered in tulips print. I was in my luxury childhood bedroom.

I looked out the window. My father had parked the car in the garden, which was rare. My excited mother rushed toward the car when the car door opened.

She started sobbing, overwhelmed by the emotions of reuniting with her daughter that went missing for a couple of decades.

However, the teenage girl in my mother’s arms seemed to be oblivious to that. She looked up and sized me up with her dark eyes.

Lynn Grant had returned home.

In my last life, I pitied her for having to live in a small village for almost twenty years after being kidnapped. Hence, I let her have her way. However, she seduced my fiance and tricked me onto a train that sent me to a small village.

At that time, I was already seven months pregnant.

Because of what she had said, my in-laws did not visit me at all.

I could only believe William and follow him to the outskirts to live with his relatives.

However, he brought me to a wrinkly old man instead.

The house was run-down, dark, and covered in spider webs.

The old man was afraid that I would escape, so he put a dog collar around my neck.

However, I had just given birth. How could I have the energy to escape?

I could only look at William helplessly. I no longer had tears to cry.

“Where is our son? Did you sell him?”

My blood had soaked the train seats because of a premature delivery.

It was only after a lot of difficulty that I finally gave birth to our tiny son.

The King family cared about their offsprings, so I believed I would be able to marry William after giving him a son.

I did not expect him to sell me to the old man for merely two thousand dollars! He laughed at me and said that I was not the real daughter of the Grant family, so my son was a love child!

“Why would I want your son? I want Lynn to have my son instead!”

It was only then that I knew that my identity as the adopted daughter of the Grant family meant nothing to him. I could be easily discarded like an empty drink bottle.

I grabbed onto William’s thigh as I begged him to not leave me at the old man’s place.

I pleaded, “I can give you all my savings! I’ll cut ties with the Grant family when I go back. Please, for old time’s sake, take me with you!”

However, William replied with something that made my blood run cold.

“It was the Grant family’s idea to sell you off!”