After this farce, the relationship between Dad and Tammy became public.

Without hesitation, Dad packed his stuff and went straight to Tammy's house.

As he was about to leave with his suitcase, Mom coldly said, "Let's get a divorce."

Dad scoffed. "If it weren't for Tammy's kindness and her reluctance to hurt you, I would have divorced you."

Without a trace of reluctance, he walked out of the home he had lived in for twelve years.

After he left, Mom locked herself in her room for a long time.

I pressed my ear to the door but heard nothing, fearing that Mom might be in despair.

I gently opened the door and saw Mom sitting alone on the edge of the bed.

She lowered her head and sobbed silently.

My heart was broken when I saw her crying.

I went over and tightly hugged her shoulders.

After a long while of crying, she began to speak to herself.

"I always knew he had a lover in his heart, someone disdained him and married to a wealthy man. She had brought him pain.

"But I didn't expect him to treat me like a fool, pretending to be dead, borrowing money—how could I not know his intentions?

"We've lived together for so many years. Even if he doesn't love us, doesn't he have any sense of responsibility? You are his daughter! Did he ever think... what would happen to us after he left?"

As she spoke, she started crying again.

I patted her, noticing how her once proud back now trembled, appearing so thin and fragile.

"Mom, divorce Dad. I am confident that you will win. I will always be with you.

"He doesn't love us, and we don't love him. No one is indispensable!"

Mom looked up, her eyes swollen and red, and nodded gently.

I was afraid that Mom might still soften her heart, so I confessed my experience of being reborn.

After Mom's death, I was left alone and helpless.

Dad, knowing that Mom had died after paying off the debt, came back flaunting his life with Tammy and her child.

Grandma had always favored boys over girls, and Dad had a preference for them too.

I was relegated to sleeping in a storage closet and was fed leftovers.

It was even worse when I competed in a school physics competition with Tammy's child, Louis Dunbar, and Dad tampered with the scores to secure a recommendation for him.

I was bullied by thugs, burned with cigarette butts, carved with a knife on my back, and ultimately beaten to death.

All of this was orchestrated by Louis.

Yet, Dad twisted the truth, claiming I had died accidentally, and hurriedly cremated me.

As the flames roared, I heard his final words.

"She's as foolish as her mother."

I poured out all the grievances from my previous life.

Mom was stunned for a long time after hearing everything.

I knew she hadn't slept that night, but I also knew that a fierce determination was awakening within her.

While she might tolerate harm against herself, she would reveal her sharpest claws and ensure that those who hurt her child would be utterly destroyed.

The next morning, Dad arrived at our house with Grandma.

Without saying a word, Grandma began throwing our belongings outside.

She yelled, "Get out! You've been mooching off my son for years—you've got too much from us!"

Mom and I watched calmly as she raged.

Dad stood by, mocking, "Mom, don't tire yourself out. You'll just dirty your hands."

Mom took out her phone and started snapping pictures. "I'm documenting everything. You'll be paying for any damages, every last cent."

Grandma snatched Mom's cell phone and threw it to the ground.

She pointed a finger so close to Mom's face that it almost poked her, speaking harsh words.

"Pay? Pay what? Let me tell you, if you're getting a divorce, the house and money are all ours!"

I couldn't hold back and retorted, "You're dreaming! Dad's the one at fault."

Grandma turned her anger on me. "Little brat, you ruined your Dad's plans, and now you're talking about fault? Your Mom couldn't keep a man, so she deserves nothing!"

Dad slowly walked over to Mom. "I know you love me deeply. I'll leave Lorraine with you, but you'll have to handle that six million dollars debt."

I stared at him in shock, wondering if my ears had gone faulty.

He didn't want me but expected Mom to pay the debt. Did he lose his mind?

Mom and I couldn't help but roll our eyes.

Mom declared firmly. "The house is mine; the savings are mine; the child is mine. As for the debt, I'm not paying a penny."

As soon as Mom finished speaking, Grandma upended the coffee table.

"You must pay! I'll make sure you pay every last bit, even if it kills you!"

Mom grabbed a broom from the hallway and started sweeping them out.

Grandma's curses echoed from outside. "You dirty bitch, stop pretending to be so high and mighty. Son, you should have borrowed ten million dollars and worked her to death!"

I waved my hand. "Then we'll see you in court."