I Stopped Fighting For Affection
Before the adopted son, Luther Anderson, jumped into the ocean to end his life, he sent a text message in the family group chat.
[Oliver’s too good. I just can’t beat him. I’m done putting up a fight.]
Everyone mourned for him. I was called a murderer.
My entire family hated me for it.
My older sister, Samantha Anderson, who had once gifted me a piano, smashed my bones with a bat. “Since your musical talents overwhelmed his, I’m going to ruin your hands.”
My fiancee, Camila Reid, threw a knife at me. “He’s always been jealous of your handsome looks. He’s always been insecure about it. You should ruin your face to make it up to him.”
My parents sent me to a mental asylum instead.
“If Luther doesn’t come back home safe, you’ll spend the rest of your life here reflecting on your mistakes.
“You’ll only be released once you learn how to treat your brother well.”
After that, Luther suddenly showed up and claimed that he missed my parents. Hence, he made a grand appearance.
I also learned from the incident. I ignored my parents’ favoritism.
However, everyone started to panic. “Oliver, are you going to desert us?”