All Chapters of Done Being Nice After Three Years Raising Her Love Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"You're the older one. You've always been mature ever since you were a child. Why don't you let Vince have his way this time? Just treat it as you doing him a favor," Mom said.I hung up and leaned against the elevator's cold wall.It seemed that even Mom had been in on the scheme. My entire family had been plotting against me behind my back.I staggered back to my home.There were traces of Connor in every corner of the house. There were lines on the doorframe that I used to measure his height. His favorite superhero figurines were scattered across the couch.My breathing turned ragged as I rummaged through the cabinets. I also yanked out all of Giselle's drawers and smashed them on the ground.Finally, I found a metal box in the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet. Inside the box was Connor's birth certificate."Father: Vincent Sawyer."Mother: Giselle Lambert."There was also a property deed inside the box. Only Giselle's name was printed on the document.To buy this hous

Sunshine Orphanage was bustling with activity that day. Colorful banners had been put up all around the compound.Giselle, Vincent, and Connor were attending the charity drive as a perfect example of a loving family. They were getting ready to be interviewed by the local news.I avoided the entrance and slipped into the compound by scaling the iron fence in the backyard.The backyard was dark and damp. There was also a musty smell permeating the air.I spotted a young girl, who looked around three years old, huddling near the staircase in the corner. She was wearing old, tattered clothes, and she shivered whenever a cold breeze blew past.The young girl was clutching a cold, hardened sweet roll in a death grip. Bruises and scratches littered the exposed skin of her arms.Her body was shaking from the cold as she looked up at me. Her eyes and features were the spitting image of mine when I was a child.I felt my limbs go weak.Just then, I received another message from the priva

Jinx.I was suddenly reminded of the incident that had occurred when I was 18 years old.I had been accepted to a prestigious university while Vincent had flunked his exams.That night, Vincent had a relapse. He wrecked his room and cried about not wanting to live anymore.Mom kneeled before me and begged me to give Vincent my acceptance letter."You're the older one, Hayden, and you've always been the mature one. Vince has a weak constitution. He'll die if he doesn't get to attend university. Do it for me, please?"In the end, I attended a run-of-the-mill community college while Vincent enrolled in a prestigious university thanks to my acceptance letter.Ever since that day, I understood that I was always the one who would be sacrificed in my family.History was repeating itself. However, the life on the line wasn't my own this time, but Quinn's."He's getting what he deserves," I said."You!"Beyond furious, Mom raised her hand and tried to slap me.Just then, Giselle rus

As for my actual twin, he was sent to the countryside to live with my relatives. Unfortunately, he succumbed to an illness not even two years later and passed away.Vincent had accidentally discovered Mom's secret when he was in his teens.He became a completely different person after that day. He used the secret as leverage against Mom, forcing her to do everything that he wanted. He learned how to fake being ill and show his vulnerable side. He also learned how to garner sympathy with his tears and by harming himself.Vincent began to take everything that belonged to me, one step at a time. He started with my acceptance letter before moving on to my wife, Giselle, and finally my entire life.It turned out that Mom spoiled Vincent not out of motherly love, but because of a sense of regret, fear, and manipulation that had built up over the years.I couldn't help but feel how tragic and ridiculous the entire situation was as I stood outside the interrogation room and listened to Mo

A few days later, I received a call from Jean."Mr. Sawyer, Giselle has been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer."I gripped my phone and didn't say a word for a long time.I remembered how my stomach had hurt so much that I couldn't sleep many years ago. Instead of staying by my side, Giselle had been peeling apples for Vincent in the next ward.It was rather ironic to think about.Jean told me that Giselle had given up on treatment. Instead, she dedicated all her time and energy to running the foundation that she'd named after Quinn.Giselle also transferred what little assets she had left into a trust fund. Quinn was the beneficiary, while Jean would be the executor."She told me that she was too ashamed to see you," Jean said."There's no need for that," I replied, interrupting her.I needed a proper farewell—a clean break from the past.I received a call from an unknown number a few minutes after I ended the call with Jean.It was Mom.She sounded old and exhauste