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"I'm so useless. It's just my period, and I still need you two to take care of me." Joel smiled and patted her on the head. "What nonsense. You'll always be our little princess." Michael nodded earnestly. "Exactly." … When Chloe saw the live stream, she completely broke down. I grabbed her hand. "Don't cry! They're the ones who should be ashamed. If anyone should be crying, it's them, not us." I couldn't stomach this farce of a marriage for another second. I grabbed the divorce papers, took Chloe with me, and drove straight to the village to confront Joel and Michael.

Chloe raised her hands in the air then said, " Your sweet brother came to pick me from school today. That's why I told you not to bother picking me up. So he found out I'm working at that small diner across school, he went all caveman on me and asked me to resign. So we were on that parking space where you do park your car, he saw you and Blake making out in the car. If not for me, Blake would be dead now." She explained like the soft princess she is making Cherry's eyes pop out.

Stubborn as a mull, Chloe shot back defiantly, outrage and hurt evident in every syllable she spat out, "I don't care what's at stake, Dad. You all know how much the Crown Prince means to me. You should understand how I feel after finding out that Juniper has been trying to crawl into his bed. How can you expect me to still live with that manipulative woman after what she's done and do what. . . pretend nothing happened? I can't do that, Dad! It's too much to ask of me! I can't bear her presence in this mansion, Dad. I WON'T!" With a fiery glare, Chloe stormed out of the living room, leaving a palpable trail of wrath in her wake. The air was tight with tension coupled with the deafening sile

Chloe asked Aaron to dance. Shockingly, Aaron agreed. The poor man had no idea what was coming. Chloe stood. Took one confident step. Then disaster struck. Her foot caught the edge of a cheap plastic rug. I watched it happen in slow motion. One second she was standing. The next she was airborne. Arms flailing. Screaming. Flying through the room like a confused bird. She crashed directly into the snack table. The entire thing flipped. Bowls flew everywhere. Chips exploded.

"Skip meals? As if that would help. Those hips don’t lie, girl. Those thighs rub together like they’re trying to start a fire. The neighbors already gossip. They say we’re harboring a little whale in our home. What will people think when they see you waddling around our porch?" Chloe’s eyes stung with hot tears, but she blinked them back fiercely. She had always been bigger than other girls her age — soft belly, full breasts that strained against her school uniform, wide hips that made finding clothes a daily battle. Her parents had called her beautiful, their little miracle. But now, with them gone in that terrible car accident, the truth of her relatives’ feelings spilled out like poison.

Her expression turned terrified, and her voice trembled as she shouted, "Don't push me--Lena, what are you doing--don't push me!" She fell backward. I stood where I was. I didn't reach out. I didn't touch her. And unlike in my last life, I didn't try to grab her. I didn't even move a finger. Chloe's body was already leaning backward. Her expression shifted from fear to triumph. Because she thought she was about to hang suspended in midair. The comments would explode. She would go viral. The rope snapped tight. Then-- A crisp crack sounded. Like a dry branch breaking.

Chloe demanded, her voice cutting through the heavy air as she rapidly descended the stairs. The moment her mother caught sight of Chloe’s silhouette, her emotional control completely disintegrated. She lunged forward, throwing her arms around Chloe’s frame as a wave of raw, hysterical weeping tore from her throat. "Chloe... oh god, Chloe... someone just tried to take your father's life...!"

Chloe quickly apologized for her outburst and explained, "I'm sorry, Caleb. It's just that this is a complicated situation. Let me explain to you what's going on." Chloe's eyelids dropped as she spoke with a sorrowful voice, "That woman is your father's wife." Charlie Jr.'s eyes widened, indicating that what the woman had said earlier was true. Chloe panicked and added, "I am your biological mother. Your father and I were married before he brought his mistress home, kicked me and your younger brother out, and divorced me." Overwhelmed with emotion, Chloe burst into tears and cried loudly. Charlie Jr. felt a pang in his heart and reached out to hold Chloe's hands. "Mother, please stop crying,

Even through her tears my stepmother managed to look up and glare at me with pure disgust written across her tear-stained face, and she turned to my father while wiping her eyes roughly. "They just rushed Chloe to the emergency room," she said between sobs. "Something happened, they would not tell me what, they just took her." "What exactly happened?" Dorian asked my father directly. "Chloe and Jason had a fight," my father explained while his voice cracked and broke. "A bad one, she lost the pregnancy." The hallway started spinning around me and I grabbed Dorian's arm to steady myself while the words repeated in my head. "What?" I whispered as my throat closed up. "She lost what?"

She asked "He was pleading that it was just a mistake, I guess the divorce letter has reach him, maybe he thought I was bluffing all this while, he said he never meant to hurt her, that he knew how hard it is for me before I could have her, and it was all a mistake, but that doesn't changed the fact that he killed her, he pushed her to her own death, he cheated and he is a manipulative, he makes me believe that I failed as a.. a mother, that I'm a failure in parenting, he pushes all the blame at me, he manipulate the cops and every one, he keeps lying every single damn time, he said he still loves me but I know that is a damn lie again, I'm sure he is only concerned about the properties he i