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In my past life, my parents divorced. My brother followed our wealthy father, while I stayed with my penniless mother.
Little did I know, our father went bankrupt and ended up on the streets, while our mother married a loving, caring young CEO who treated her and me with immense affection, and we lived happily ever after.
My brother, jealous of how fortunate I seemed, became so angry that he drove his car into me, killing me.
When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day my parents divorced.
This time, without hesitation, my brother held my mother’s hand, saying, “I want to be with Mom.”
I was thrilled. I really didn’t want to relive those dark, miserable days.
My brother tightly clung to my mother’s arm and coquettishly said, “Mom, I want to be with you.”
Father, clearly dissatisfied, furrowed his brows and said, “You’ll suffer if you stay with your mother. Come with me,
and let your brother stay with your mom.”
I stood by quietly, no one caring about my feelings, my heart full of sadness. Sure enough, it was just like last time–no one even asked about my thoughts, because in their eyes, what I wanted didn’t matter.
Mother looked at my brother, disapproving, “Bryan, what your father says is right. Staying with me will be tough.”
But my brother already knew from his past life that Dad would go bankrupt. Why would he choose Dad?
As expected, my brother shook his head firmly.
Father, seeing my brother’s determination, still tried to persuade him, “Bryan, I can offer you a better life. Staying with me is the wiser choice.”
But my brother turned his head away, adamantly saying, “No, I want to stay with Mom.”
In the end, Father gave in, waving his hand helplessly, “Fine, fine, do as you wish. If you can’t handle it, come find
me.”
My brother nodded smugly and looked at me provocatively, saying, “Hmph, bro, you enjoy a good life with Dad.”
I smiled nonchalantly, thinking to myself. Good, I didn’t want to go through those dark days again.
In my past life, staying with Mom seemed good, but it was incredibly hard.
I said coolly, “Bryan Harris, you chose this path. Don’t regret it.”
My brother snorted, “I won’t regret it. Staying with Mom, I’ll only enjoy life.”
With that, my brother grabbed Mom’s hand and left without looking back.
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I watched their backs, feeling a mix of emotions.
In my past life, when Mom was penniless, unwilling to do the dirty or tiring work, she always said, “I raised you, now it’s your turn to repay me, to let me enjoy life.”
But back then, I was still a minor high school student, and yet, she wanted me to bear the burden of living
I couldn’t refuse her requests.
At that time, I had to support both myself and her, the pressure was overwhelming, and there were times when having enough to eat was a luxury.
Later, I couldn’t afford the tuition and had to drop out to support myself. I worked all kinds of jobs–handing out flyers, washing dishes, delivering food. I did all these things for years before our life got a little better.
In the car, Father spoke seriously to me, “I’m taking you to Aunt Sara Stevens’s house. Don’t embarrass me.”
My biological father actually thought I would embarrass him.
My brother, being the youngest, was loved by both our parents. He was raised gracefully, while I was sensitive and insecure.
“And, 500 dollars for pocket money is too much. From now on, I’ll give you 200 a month, so you don’t go astray.”
I sneered. My brother got 50,000 dollars a month, and yet I was only worth 500 dollars, which they still thought was too much. But I didn’t want to argue–it would be pointless.
I entered a luxury mansion in a fancy car, feeling nervous. It was the first time I’d been in such a wealthy place.
But seeing Father fawning over Aunt Stevens, I realized who was really in charge here.
Aunt Stevens, standing by the living room’s floor–to–ceiling windows, seemed somewhat welcoming of my arrival.
“This is your new home,” she said.
I quietly said, “Thank you, Aunt Stevens,” my heart full of gratitude and anxiety.
Aunt Stevens not only arranged for me to attend the best school in the city, but also generously gave me 100,000 dollars a month for pocket money. For me, this wasn’t just about material comfort; it was her deep affection for me. I silently vowed I would make her proud/
From then on, I worked hard at school, not letting any knowledge slip by, giving my all to every exam.
Aunt Stevens treated me well, and I had to perform, I couldn’t let her expectations down.
Soon, my hard work paid off. I earned scholarships, my name appeared on award lists frequently.
But when the school called Father to invite him to speak as a parent of an outstanding student, he responded with unease and displeasure. “Is this kid causing trouble again?”
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When he learned the truth, his tone was full of shock and disbelief. He stared at me for a long time before recovering, looking at me in stunned silence.
In my past life, my grades were also pretty good. But after my parents divorced, I had to drop out to make ends meet. Now that the financial pressure was relieved, I could focus on my studies.
As Father was invited more frequently to speak at events, his vanity grew. His attitude toward me softened somewhat. But I knew all these changes were because of Aunt Stevens’s support and encouragement.
Chapter 2
