Their Tears, My Sweet Revenge

David, were my entire world. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive, cau

ied, they laughed in my face, calling our

ay, they publicly proposed to t

or for her, sending me to the hospital with a bleeding stomach.

ngs in the hall, gave my job to Sarah, and

in the mud, calling me a parasite who wouldn't survive a week w

le from where David had deliberately

social media. It was my hand, next to a man'

simple: "Mrs. O

pte

apsed, my mother' s best friend, Mrs. Thompson, took me in. I grew up in

ears, they w

akfast in bed, fix my car before I even knew it was br

h until my sides hurt, plan spontaneous trips to the be

two most eligible bachelors in town. Their blatant favoritism made me the target of endle

d the courage to tell them what I wanted most.

started, my hands clasped in my lap. "I want to

t followed was

t even look up. "I' m focused on my career ri

his phone, let out a

ly looked at me, a smirk on his face I' d never seen before. "Besides, it

of fun. T

floor had dropped

people, music, and laughter, but all I felt was a hollow ache in my

f the room, glasses raised. I thought, for a f

he housekeeper' s daughter, who

with a sincerity he had denied me just

ushed forward, a matching hopeful look

ispers. They proposed to her.

hem with wide, innocent eyes. "

of us!" David s

n the bizarre, romantic specta

of liquor from the bar. He poured a glass and b

r head. "Oh, I can' t dri

mile spread across his lips. "Olivia

oved it into my hand. "Drink up, Olivia.

ly a whisper. "You know I have a s

ark cut in, his tone sharp. "It' s

es pleading. "Please, Oli

essure from the crowd was immense. My hands trembled as I lifted the glass to my lips.

doubled over, gasping. The glass shattered on the floor.

s wheeled me out, I saw Mark and David standing together. They were shieldin

o dramatic," I h

o get attention

he cold autumn air seeping through t

rious. "You just ran off and left this whole mess. Yo

arah' s been crying because of you! She thinks you hate h

f the phone. I saw the IV drip attached to my arm. Fake il

aled anoth

said, my vo

, what' s wrong

ng tirelessly, rebuilding our family' s business from the ashes, all for me. She was the one who had secured the c

h every painful beat of my heart. "I' ve

er end. "Are you sure, swee

n brothers, I was just a fleeting amusement. A comfortable

was discharged. But then a new post from Sarah app

words. Only useless old women have to

was wearing the custom-made gown and crystal shoes Mark and David had ordered for

y room. My d

and her profile wit

led my mot

. I want to have my

severe. He' d warned me that the stress and injury had weakened my body s

steady and supportive. "I respect your decision. I'

ed over me. I was fin