Exposing My Stepmother
My stepmother, Mary, hated me to the bone.
All because when I was little, I went to a classmate’s house to play and forgot to close the courtyard gate. Her son ran onto the road and was hit to death by a car.
My father loved my younger brother the most. After learning what happened, he was heartbroken.
“Were you jealous of your brother? That’s why you deliberately left the gate open?”
I desperately explained that I had closed the gate, but Dad didn’t believe me. He locked me in the basement and raised me like a dog for the rest of my life.
Until one day, when Dad went on a business trip, Mary didn’t give me any food for three days.
Starving, I crawled upstairs to the kitchen to look fo