The day I get engaged 8

The day I get engaged 8

“You don’t need to thank me, miss. Don’t feel bad; I believe in you. You have such a kind heart, and that’s why others bully you. Let me help you get some ointment.”

For the first time since returning to this house, I felt a shred of kindness.

It was a strange sensation, like my years of effort had finally yielded a small reward.

Later that evening, I lay in bed researching after tending to my wounds. My thoughts were interrupted by laughter that came from outside the door.

They were about to head out. Following Rhianne’s minor burn earlier that day, they had planned a trip abroad to cheer her up.

“Are we not inviting El?”

Before they left, I overheard Rhianne’s concerned question.

Ivor, in his typical dismissive tone, paid her a few compliments and casually replied, “There’s no need. She’s old enough. Besides, she’s traveled to so many places since she was a kid. It’s not like she needs to fight you for one reward. Let’s just go ourselves. She’d probably just cause you trouble if she did come.”

His tone carried the same arrogant confidence it always had. Whenever I got bullied when I was younger, he would pull me close and tell others, “She’s mine. No one gets to mess with her.”

As the light from my laptop faded and reignited, the darkness hid my tears.

As it turned out, love could never disappear—it just found someone else to hold onto.

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The day I get engaged

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