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From Aristocratic Glamour to Abject Despair: A Heiress's Ordeal

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 2836    |    Released on: 06/02/2025

"Jennifer, don't scare

faded, I was confused. Why were t

person they cared

death really t

was white, and the sharp smell

atient has suffered mental trauma, and the patient's digest

fore she immediately collapsed

for decades. How could you possibly adapt to that environment? For you, the conditions there were poor, and it must have been mentally oppressive. The food wasn't as exquisi

lications reminded him of Chelsey's hardships outside and how she

throwing a fit like a spoiled person,

, so they can't be bad people. It's normal that the farm isn't as good as home. We sent you there to change your attitude,

eyes, full of heartache, yet s

ffered too much outside, and her right hand... because of you... She didn't mean it. We didn't expect

she tried to

y, I pulled away.

s in front of them, convinced it had nothing to do wit

g melodramatic, for bri

you would c

oint of wishing for death, and cried out to th

ng a family a

ennifer Wright,

more. He grabbed my shoulders

lful? Why do you never reflect on yourself? Th

ould I trea

down in thanks? Thank you for successfully killing me, for turning me into a shell of myself? D

ediately, glaring at me like a snake ready to

ed to live, so why w

ed gazes, I laid

ple whole. The so-called rehabilitati

changed instantly

how could

tore flesh from my body. Then they laughed as they sprinkled salt on my wounds, making me wish for death. In the dead of winter, they stripped me naked, forcing me to crawl on the ground like a dog, shouting that I was worthless, unworthy of being the Wright family's daughter, that everything in the Wright family belonged to Chelsey. Th

clothing, revealing skin that

ossed like a

s but hesitated, retracting her hand cautiously, choking on

nted? To break my pride, strip me of my def

We never imagined y

now slumped his shoulde

change your temper and

s thought you'd endure such torment. You were too spoiled, made so man

lf-righteous words ma

ction? The mistakes you made, disguised as being for my own good.

at them

t anyway. Before Chelsey returned, my pride was endearing, my competitiveness was admirable. But after she came back, it became malicious, became a

, their faces turn

y darling. When you were born, I decided to love you forever, to spoil you like a prince

glistened with

your constant mistakes, we got angry and sent you to the farm, not wanting you to k

is gaze unconsciously filled with pain and guilt, see

hey pay for what they've done! But why d

d what did you say? You told me to stop using petty tricks and to focus on my rehabilitation and repentance at the farm. I begged and pleaded, saying I would tru

sed to the ground, crying and

houldn't

ng, yet all of it truly happened to me. Wh

so I attempted to slit my wrists. They probably feared I'd really die and cause trouble, so they saved me. However, after facing death on

ver, his eyes losing their usual brightness

re wrong. I'm so

dare they do this? The harm you've suffered, I will make t

dire, immediately pretended to be c

eply. I never imagined our foster parents could be so

It's all those wicked people's fault!"

g a good person is truly amusing. Wasn't it you who instruc

it turned into me harming you out of jealousy. Now, yo

ccidentally learned fr

at all, nor was she par

right family were fools, and their daugh

to worry about the

were too great, leaving eve

at you're saying true? Chelsey isn't your biol

ike that! I know you're hurting right now, but you can't ho

his lips tightly pressed.

, still no on

l sorry for me, but in reality,

of exhaustion and helpl

ound it all

I said, "Then let me p

uit knife from the bedside a

hospital attire, and I he

ctor! Save

oolish? It's our fault! Please,

r, and my conscious

live, as the blood quickly dra

frantic cri

inter of my twe

th my parents and

r resources to inv

that Chelsey was indeed not

r parents were her

had killed my biological sister and used her jade pend

as just like

e as selfish and self

enzo, they eventually couldn't withstan

ion. Chelsey, leveraging the Wright family's guilt over their

cle, and she would stop at

hand was injured was orche

they were devastated. They directed all the pain

jected to painful and degrading punishments,

s, Chelsey eventually brok

me, what good will it do?

ut

uts, Chelsey, despite he

eg with your own hands, destroyed her self-esteem and dreams. You agreed to send her to the remote and harsh labor camp! When Jennifer was suffering and

oug

arents were left battered and bruised, yet they weren't allo

was too merc

other was in a const

e, clutching my photo, en

lesh with a small knife

d the knife into her h

, she seemed to

said, "I was wrong... Jenn

ut firmly sh

forget the hurt, so

y close, filled with

ied, my father's hair t

ts on end, relying on slee

d awake by nightmares, crying

nt mistakes at work and fell into tra

rapped, unable t

bankruptcy, he killed Chelsey's family, w

, he leapt from a

e was unexpectedly serene, as i

ud and aloof man was reduced

nd his once immaculate suit wa

rows in alcohol, neglecting his co

mbled outside and saw a

my name in a daze, only to

ed, "Jennifer, in the next

o

next life, let's

my death, I couldn't qui

e spoiled me like a little princess, buying me t

at me, calling me the jewel of the Wright famil

ays attentive and considerate, we

source of joy in his

y appeared, ever

ancé, hurting me repeatedly for her sake, scol

owed were filled with

me, but they al

aths and regrets dissolv

g that in the next life, I w

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