My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

As I had hoped, Mike, swho was provoked by me, really couldn’t continue to hold on, and determined to go all in with nothing to lose, he confessed everything under pressure, successfully implicating Betty.

The kidnapping of Monica was indeed linked to Betty.

Mike wanted money, Betty wanted power, so they conspired together, swindling my money and causing my daughter’s death.

Betty was quickly arrested by the police and would face legal consequences.

As for Julie, an orphaned little troublemaker, she would face her own struggles in the future.

With everything settled, I calmly awaited my fate, when suddenly the hospital found a suitable bone marrow match.

It turned out my plight had evoked public sympathy, leading many to volunteer to donate bone marrow and even contribute money.

Given the large number of donors, finding a suitable match was relatively easy.

Although it felt unfamiliar to be in such a weak position for the first time in my life, people, after all, must accept their fate, whatever circumstances they find themselves in.

I began to express my gratitude online to the generous supporters who had helped me.

Months after the successful surgery, I recovered well and returned to work.

Although thinking of Monica still brought heartache, restless nights, and midnight tears, at least I could face life with a sense of normalcy.

A year later, on the last day of Betty’s death row sentence, I visited her in prison Even in prison, Betty’s life was far from comfortable. She was beaten and bruised by fellow inmates, enduring unimaginable torment.

The moment she saw me, Betty’s face contorted with anger. “You filthy b***h, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you’re dying tomorrow. I came to tell you that my illness is cured, my career is back at its peak success, and I’ve become everything you envied the most. Isn’t that infuriating?”

“You vile creature! What are you so smug about? You’re just an old woman who lost her daughter, got divorced by Tom, and is unwanted!”

I looked at her with pity. “Betty, do you know why you lost so completely?”

“You always saw yourself as superior to women, but deep down, you were nothing more than a pampered wife. You’re just a parasite living off men, seen as nothing more than a freebie.”

“You’ll never understand that women need to rely on themselves. When things go wrong, men are unreliable.”

“Do you want to know why Mike suddenly betrayed you?”

I showed Betty the messages between Tom and me about our revenge plan. “You thought you were clever, but even someone like Mike wasn’t loyal to you.”

At that moment, Betty struggled to maintain her composure. But when my new boyfriend, a handsome, wealthy man dressed in designer clothes, came to pick me up, Betty’s composure shattered completely.

After all, none of her former friends could match his level of excellence.

I was determined to make sure she found any semblance of peace, even in death.

My new boyfriend drove a Ferrari with one hand. As we passed Tom, who was returning home with a bag of cheap groceries from the market, he broke down again.

Tom had always believed that after our divorce, he would become successful and make me regret it. He thought that I, a strong-willed woman who had been divorced and had children, would end up regretting and begging for his forgiveness.

But reality struck him hard. Without my support, his career, already mediocre, plunged to new lows. The scandal involving Betty and her daughter made him infamous, and no company was willing to partner with him for his new venture.

For Tom, who had high aspirations but achieved nothing, there was no harsher punishment than this.

I looked at my handsome boyfriend driving the car. “I want to start my own company.”

“Sure.”

Without hesitation, he handed me a card. “Having your own career is better than working for someone else. From now on, I can rely on President Jessica.”

“I was thinking of being a housewife.”

“I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do. So where are we going now?”

I gazed out at the passing scenery. “Let’s buy a bouquet and go to the cemetery. I miss Monica.”

I wanted to tell her that the bad people had received their comeuppance, and that I was truly happy now.

Book 3: After Losing His Memory, He Married Someone Else

Three years ago, Damian and I traveled abroad together, and during the trip, he proposed to me.

Unfortunately, a sudden earthquake struck the area, and amidst the chaos, we became separated.

I was rescued while severely injured and clung to the thought of Damian to pull through.

When I saw him again, he was with another woman.

She said that after the accident, he had lost his memory and couldn’t remember anyone.

This woman resembled me, but Damian loved her deeply, and they were about to get married.

It’s fine, as long as he is happy.

But what about me?