My Second Chance: The Heiress Who Chose Freedom

Xing Jiayi

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The judge's dull voice droned through the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo from a life I'd already painfully lived. My parents, Brenda and Rob, sat on opposite sides, their strained silence a prelude to the crucial decision before us. This was it, the pivotal moment my life would splinter once more. My younger brother, Kevin, piped up without hesitation, "I choose Mom!" A sickeningly smug grin spread across his face as he briefly met my eyes, a look that sent a chill down my spine. It was the exact same pronouncement, the same twist of fate, that had occurred in my previous, tragic existence. That first time, my own choice to cling to Mom had spiral-downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitter moods, and eventually, my gruesome death at Kevin's hand. His petty jealousy hadn't just festered; it had exploded after Mom's ill-fated marriage to a rich man. He still carried this delusion of grandeur, convinced he held the blueprint to quick riches. He truly believed his warped memory of a future that never materialized for him, dreaming of hitting the jackpot with Mom. The irony was almost unbearable; he had no clue of the true misery his path would lead him to, nor the cold, cruel betrayal that ended my first life. The unfairness burned, that he was here, just as oblivious, just as dangerous. But unlike that former existence, I stood here now, armed with shattering foresight. When the judge's gaze finally landed on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a sharp, deliberate break from the past. I looked at my weak, easily-manipulated father, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I sealed my new destiny: "I'll go with my father."

Family Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Kickass Heroine Personal growth

Chapter 10

01-06 19:44

Introduction

The judge's dull voice droned through the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo from a life I'd already painfully lived.

My parents, Brenda and Rob, sat on opposite sides, their strained silence a prelude to the crucial decision before us.

This was it, the pivotal moment my life would splinter once more.

My younger brother, Kevin, piped up without hesitation, "I choose Mom!"

A sickeningly smug grin spread across his face as he briefly met my eyes, a look that sent a chill down my spine.

It was the exact same pronouncement, the same twist of fate, that had occurred in my previous, tragic existence.

That first time, my own choice to cling to Mom had spiral-downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitter moods, and eventually, my gruesome death at Kevin's hand.

His petty jealousy hadn't just festered; it had exploded after Mom's ill-fated marriage to a rich man.

He still carried this delusion of grandeur, convinced he held the blueprint to quick riches.

He truly believed his warped memory of a future that never materialized for him, dreaming of hitting the jackpot with Mom.

The irony was almost unbearable; he had no clue of the true misery his path would lead him to, nor the cold, cruel betrayal that ended my first life.

The unfairness burned, that he was here, just as oblivious, just as dangerous.

But unlike that former existence, I stood here now, armed with shattering foresight.

When the judge's gaze finally landed on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a sharp, deliberate break from the past.

I looked at my weak, easily-manipulated father, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I sealed my new destiny: "I'll go with my father."