My Endless Sorrow
Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension.
Karen, exhausted from hurling insults, tossed the wooden ruler aside and collapsed onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh.
"If only I’d held firm against Mother’s wishes and never agreed to your marriage! Now look at this mess—bringing a cursed wretch into our family was the worst decision we ever made!"
I let out a bitter laugh as I sat on the cold floor.
I had endured too much heartbreak in this house—Grandma’s passing, Lucas’s affairs, and in five years, I had lost five children…