They Faked Death to Punish Me, But Cried When I Truly Died
Language: en
On my birthday, my parents gave the princess dress meant for me to my adopted sister. When I cried and threw a tantrum, begging for another, my parents got into a car crash. My brother, Liam, broke down and slapped me across the face. "You're a curse! Your selfishness killed them!" He immediately shipped me off to a disciplinary boot camp to "fix my attitude." Eight years later, on New Year's Eve, I was working as a clown at an amusement park to make ends meet. And there I saw him. My brother. And with him, my parents, who were supposed to have been dead for a decade. Liam gestured…