After My Death, the Whole Family Began to Love me - Chapter 4

I couldn’t breathe, and everything was getting blurry.

Then Maria screamed, “Sir, let go of her! You’re killing her!”

I gasped for air, choking. Nick scoffed, his voice as cold as the snow outside.

“Can’t breathe? Suffocating? What about Sarah? How hopeless did she have to be to jump into the ocean?”

“Laura, everything you have, you stole. You stole Sarah’s life! Don’t act like you’re the victim here. I don’t believe your tricks. They’re disgusting.”

My throat was killing me, but I looked up at Nick.

“You’re more disgusting than Mom, Dad, and Tom. At least they’re honest. You’re just a coward.”

“They didn’t try to hide that they favored Sarah. What about you?”

“If Sarah meant so much to you, why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you tell your parents that you loved Sarah?”

Nick’s face turned white. I laughed at his expression.

“Did I hit a nerve? Are you admitting that you’re a coward?”

“You’re just trying to blame a woman. The Andersons were the ones who wanted to marry the Miller’s real daughter. Now that Sarah’s dead, you’re pretending to be heartbroken?”

“You’re a coward, Nick. You’re a coward who blames women for his problems.”

Nick raised his hand to hit me. I just looked at him, smirking. His hand fell to his side.

“You’re sick. You’re saying crazy things. Go to bed.”

“It’s Grandpa’s birthday soon. We have to go to the Anderson’s mansion. Get ready.”

Nick left. I smiled bitterly. Sick? Crazy? Okay, I’m sick. But I wasn’t saying crazy things. I was just telling the truth.

I used to blame myself for Sarah’s death. I put up with the anger and the accusations.

But I’m dying too. Now that we’re both going to be dead, I’m not going to give her an advantage.

Nick didn’t come home for the next few days. I was actually grateful for the peace and quiet. On the day of Grandpa Anderson’s birthday, Nick came to pick me up.

I had to admit, even though the Millers and Nick treated me like dirt, Grandpa Anderson was always good to me.

He really treated me like his granddaughter–in–law. When we got to the Anderson’s mansion, there were a lot of guests.

The Millers were there too.

When they saw me, everyone started whispering.

“Is that the Miller’s daughter with Nick? She looks different than I remember.”

“You haven’t been around in years. That’s the Miller’s real daughter, Laura. She came back three years ago. Sarah was the adopted daughter.”

“Didn’t you hear? This Laura is bad news. She came back and stole Sarah’s marriage and drove her to suicide. She’s something else.”

I looked at the person who said I drove Sarah to suicide and smiled.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I stole anything. The Andersons and the Millers planned the marriage. Nick is the Anderson’s only son, and I’m the Miller’s only daughter. Who did I steal from?”

“And as for driving her to suicide, that’s ridiculous. I came home, but I didn’t force her to move out or kill herself. How did I drive her to suicide?”

“Everyone here is important, so please, don’t act like a gossiping housewife.”

I said it softly, but everyone could hear me. No one dared to speak. Mom snapped. She walked up to me and slapped me.

“You ungrateful brat! What are you talking about!”

“Sarah is dead! She’s dead! You have everything now, and you’re still talking about her!”

“Why did I have to give birth to you? Give me Sarah back!”

Tom helped Mom and glared at me. “Laura, you’re a terrible person!”

I was on the ground, looking up at them. Dad, Mom, Tom, Husband. They were my family, but they weren’t.

Then a woman’s voice said, “Mom! Dad! Tom! I’m back!”

“Sarah’s back!”