Sterilized
Language: en
A month after my mother’s funeral, my father brought his mistress home. I lost it—screamed, cried, and hurled a heavy crystal glass at her and her daughter. The mistress played the delicate damsel, clutching her head and leaning on my father, assuring him she was fine. That enraged him. For the first time, he shouted at me to go to my room. Blazing with fury, I didn’t obey—I stormed out. His face purpled, hand on his chest. “If you leave, don’t come back!” But I did, penniless, burning to make him regret the affair, losing me, and above all, my mother. Outside our mansion, reality was…