My rage and grief were too Much 9

My rage and grief were too Much 9

Chapter

It felt like a wad of cotton had been stuffed in my throat

Minnie had died of a heart attack on the 8th of last month

I still remember the way she collapsed into my arms, her tiny body growing colder with each passing second

That same day, Clara had received the heart meant for Minnie

Everyone thought Clara was Christian’s daughter. And on that very day, while Minnie took her last breath, Christian celebrated 

Clara’s new life by giving the entire company a bonus

There was a saying that the dead no longer felt cold, but I was freezing. It felt like I had been cast into a frozen underworld

My thoughts raced. Christian, while you were celebrating Clara’s new life, your own daughter was in the next room, struggling 

for life. While you rewarded your employees with triple their salaries, Minnie was waiting for you, her heart failing with every 

second. You ignored all my messages. She waited for you until her very last breath. Christian, you don’t deserve to be human.‘ 

Minnie had always been a sharp girl since she was young. My silence must have told her everything. She stopped whirling around 

Christian

That evening, we followed him home, but it wasn’t the house we had once lived init was Christian and Mina’s house

Mina greeted him as if she had always belonged there. Clara, Dad’s home!” 

A little girl rushed out of her room, her face lighting up with joy

I knew that face

Years ago, not long after Minnie started primary school, she had come home with a wound on her cheek. She had gone out to play with her friends, only to be attacked by another girl who hit her and called her a b*stard

I called the police, checked the surveillance footage, and saw the culprit’s face clearly

Back then, Christian had told me not to make a fuss over a little girl’s actions. I searched for her many times but never found her

Eventually, I let it go

Now I knew the truth. That girl was Mina’s daughter

Listening to their conversation, I pieced together everything

My rage and grief were too Much

My rage and grief were too Much

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