Their Tears, My Sweet Revenge

“My life was supposed to be a fairytale, growing up in the Thompson mansion, caught between the unwavering devotion of Mark and David. I believed their affection was the most stable thing in my life. But on my 25th birthday, when I finally gathered the courage to tell them I wanted marriage and a family, David smirked and called our twenty years together "just a bit of fun," and Mark dismissed me, citing his career. The next day, at my birthday party, they publicly humiliated me by simultaneously proposing to Sarah, the housekeeper's daughter. David then cruelly forced a strong drink into my hand, knowing I had a sensitive stomach, causing internal bleeding. As paramedics wheeled me away, they shielded Sarah' s eyes and muttered I was "just trying to get attention" with a "fake illness." Back at the mansion, my belongings were piled in the hall to make room for Sarah, and my job was given to her. David, to amuse Sarah, ripped apart my childhood teddy bear, throwing its head at my feet. Later, Mark slapped me, and David kicked my ankle, leaving me in the mud. I didn' t understand why their love turned to such cruelty, why they had so easily discarded twenty years of my life for a new obsession. What had truly changed? Lying in the hospital, my decision hardened: I would marry Mr. Sullivan, the man my mother had arranged, and finally choose myself.”