Rebellious Princess
I had felt so much pity for her, sharing all my favorite things.
But her return gift?
She shattered my father's most cherished possession, his horse racing trophy, the symbol of his pride, and pinned the blame on me.
She smashed my mother's beloved jewels and hid the fragments under my pillow, ensuring I would be the one to pay.
She even threw herself down the stairs, not once, and whispering that I was the one who pushed her.
Time and again, I tried to defend myself. But my parents refused to listen.
In their eyes, I was the jealous, spoiled child. Only Karen was their pure, innocent daughter.