His expression changed immediately, and as if afraid I’d refuse, he quickly blurted out, “It’s just that Queenie wants to eat your pot roast and creamy clam chowder. I’ve already bought the ingredients. Just make them tomorrow, and I’ll bring them to her.”
Even though I had been prepared for this, his words still felt as though a sword was slowly piercing my heart, inch by inch.
At this point, even if I had been oblivious before, I finally understood that I had long been worthless in everyone’s eyes.
Growing up, I was nothing more than a maid in my own home. I was ordered around by Queenie.
My parents only doted on her, wishing they could give her everything in the world.
She had the happiness I could only dream of.
She got to learn painting and dancing, while I had to beg my parents for half a month just to get my school tuition.
I even only got to dance because of Queenie.
She didn’t want to go, but since the fee had already been paid, I volunteered.
Later, Queenie became jealous and started making a fuss about wanting to dance.
To motivate her, my parents allowed me to continue learning dance.
Even so, I wasn’t even worthy of owning a pair of ballet shoes.
Every time I danced, I was barefoot.
Queenie would always step on me purposely, making everyone laugh.
“Stephanie, you look so ugly dancing barefoot!”
Then, Henry proposed to me, and I married him with no hesitation.
I thought I could escape those tormenting days.
But now, I realized that those days never really ended.
They just changed form.
The person tormenting me had become my husband.
