Died For Their Vows, Back For My Revenge Chapter 07

Died For Their Vows, Back For My Revenge Chapter 07

My mother sank to her knees. 

Right there on the cold hospital floor. 

“Lydia. Your sister, she’s just spoiled, okay? 

We spoiled her rotten.” 

“Mom is begging you. Please 

don’t press charges. She’s barely in her twenties. Her life can’t be destroyed over this.” 

She sobbed so hard she could barely get the words out. A mother utterly wrecked over her 

child. 

And me? 

“Mom.” My voice came out quiet. “What about 

my life?” 

The room went perfectly still. 

My mother looked up at me. A flicker of guilt passed through her eyes. “Lydia… I’m the one who‘ failed. I didn’t raise her right. This is all my fault.” 

She used to say things like this all the time. And I could never bring myself to blame her. I would forgive her so easily. 

She knew exactly how soft I was. How easily my heart caved. 

That’s why she never hesitated. Time and 

time again. Always choosing Tessa. 

But this time, I just looked at her. Nothing 

stirred inside me. 

“Then send her somewhere 

they’ll discipline her properly.” 

My mother’s face seized up. She stared at me in disbelief. “I’m begging you, and you’re still going 

to make this difficult?” 

“Did I ask you to do that?” 

That one sentence shattered her mask 

completely. 

She scrambled to her feet. Her face cycled 

between white and red. 

Then she dropped all pretense. “Lydia Barrett. 

If you go through with this, We’re not family 

anymore. We’re done.” 

My eyes had just drifted shut. They opened 

again. 

She smiled. Triumphant. But the smile hadn’t 

even reached her eyes before I spoke. 

“Okay.” 

My mother froze. For a second, she looked 

genuinely lost. 

Then she started crying. “What is that supposed to mean! You don’t want us as your parents anymore?” 

I looked at her, genuinely puzzled. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You’ve been praying for me to just disappear.” 

“How can you say that? How can you think we want you dead? You’re our daughter!” 

I let out a soft, hollow laugh. “Oh. So I am your 

daughter.” 

“Funny. I didn’t know this was how parents 

treat their daughter.” 

My mother’s face flooded 

with color. She paced back and forth, agitation 

rolling off her in waves. “Then what do you want 

from me? I raised Tessa since she was a baby. I- 

I…” 

She buried her face in her hands and wept. 

I just found it noisy. My eyelids grew heavy 

again. 

“You can go now,” I said flatly. “I want to 

sleep.” 

I didn’t look at her again. 

My mother eventually left. 

My father had multiple soft–tissue contusions on his face. He was threatening to sue Nolan. 

Nolan wasn’t scared. “Go right ahead. Spare 

me the speech.” 

My father lunged at him again. The hospital staff pulled them apart immediately. 

When Nolan came back to my room, it was 

nine at night. 

I had just woken up. The anesthesia had worn off. I was too uncomfortable to move or speak.