The Golden Child's Baby Chapter 2

Suffocation.

Mom always used guilt as a weapon.

"I'm alive because I'm tough!"

Even though I was used to her bias, my voice choked up.

"Just because Summer is an idiot, you want to ruin my twelve years of hard work? Why?"

"Why do I have to pay for your choices? Who is the selfish one here?"

Mom didn't expect me to fight back.

Slap.

"I am your mother! Your body belongs to me! If I tell you to die, you have no right to speak!"

My face burned.

Looking at her twisted face, the tears I held back finally fell.

The question I held in for two lifetimes finally came out.

"Am I really your biological daughter?"

The answer was a second slap.

"You have the nerve to ask? I was in labor for two days with you! And you were useless—not a boy! If not for that, would Grandma have treated me so badly?"

I tasted blood.

Mom kept ranting.

"You cursed your grandfather when you were four! You cursed your dad when you were eighteen! Now you want to abandon us?"

"You jinx! I should have strangled you at birth!"

The blows kept coming.

I looked at the hatred in her eyes numbly. My heart turned to ash.

"Don't bargain with me. You are dropping out. Period!"

But the girl who craved her mother's love was dead.

Mom killed her with her own hands.

The last tear hit the floor. I grabbed Mom's wrist mid-strike.

"This is the last time I call you Mom. If you force me, I will tell everyone that Summer got knocked up at eighteen and is giving birth at nineteen!"

"Let's see which man will want her then!"

"You dare!" Mom looked like she wanted to eat me alive.

"Try me."

I walked out of the hospital and got into a taxi.

Mom chased after me, stomping her feet in rage.

The wind carried her confused muttering to my ears.

"Something's wrong... In the last life, she agreed to drop out..."

The scenery blurred outside the window.

I should have cried. But my chest felt heavy, and my eyes were dry.

In the past life, Summer almost died.

I paid the bills. I signed the forms.

I prayed outside the delivery room.

But when the baby died, Summer blamed me.

She locked herself away, saying she needed to study abroad to heal. Or she would die.

Mom made $3,000 a month at the factory. We barely scraped by.

But I couldn't watch my sister suffer.

I gave up my dream university. I went to work illegally at my uncle's factory.

I worked day and night.

I thought she would get better.

Instead, Summer took the demolition money from our old house and ghosted us.

When Mom got cancer, Summer didn't come back once. Not a single dollar.

She was living the high life abroad, making millions.

Her only message to Mom was:

"Good. She's finally dying. You killed my baby. Now you pay with your life. Tell Vera I'm waiting for her to pay too!"

I almost vomited blood reading that.

But Mom heard a rumor that Summer didn't come back because I was leeching off her.

So she strangled me in my sleep.

I exhaled a long breath. The past life faded like mist.

I sneered.

Since Summer wants this baby...

Since Mom is willing to burn my future for her Golden Child...

Why shouldn't I help them achieve their dreams?