Chapter 3The Crab Feast Betrayal

Once, I was easily provoked by Zoe's passive-aggressive comments.

Because the way mom treated Zoe, let me see she also has a gentle maternal side.

Not as harsh as to me.

I am allergic to onions.

But my mom loves to eat.

In order to conduct obedience testing, for a continuous summer vacation, the dining table only had white rice and various dishes stir-fried with onions.

Even chicken soup had to throw a few cloves of onions.

Born in a single-parent family, I have never seen my biological father.

My mom never let me mention him.

To what extent?

Just mention it, immediately slap my face kind.

I was wronged, only Peter comforted me.

For a very long time, I had deep dependence on him.

That year I was punished by the onion family, I was ten years old.

Peter's parents did business out of town, he asked Grandma Peter to make egg fried rice for me.

Since then, I became his little glutton.

His pockets loaded with milk, strawberry cakes, spicy strips, feeding me full.

We agreed to go to New York University (NYU) together, marry after graduation, let Grandma Peter hold grandson earlier.

Until my mom brought Zoe home.

Her family is very poor, tested from remote mountain area to this city, took a lot of effort.

My mom appreciated her perseverance, stopped my guzheng lessons, paid her tuition and remedial fees.

I hated Zoe, always using pitiful look to gain my mom's sympathy.

I never actively talked to her.

Peter touched my head, promising to always stand on my side.

Until that day after school, he bumped into Zoe squatting on playground eating pickles with cold rice.

At that time, his expression was complicated, had astonishment, also bear not.

But Zoe in my house, my mom cooked her favorite pasta in different ways.

Basically didn't exist not full.

Peter carefully chose words, as if for my own good:

"Jenna, don't you think sometimes too petty?"

"Your mom is good to everyone, only not good to you, should you reflect on it?"

I was long-term gaslighted by my mom, really went to think if it was my own problem.

Meanwhile, Peter used my mom's name, stood me up, tutored Zoe.

Also because Zoe said never been to amusement park, gave up celebrating my birthday.

These operations, I was kept in the dark at that time.

Otherwise, wouldn't have discussed long-distance relationship with Peter for four years.

Until graduation year, I came back early with luggage, saw Zoe and Peter in my house room, clothes disheveled hugging together.

I shed tears all night, as if faith collapsed.

Four years, Peter flew many times to see me, vowed to be "graduation-marriage clan" with me.

Overnight, how did love change?

I shouted and screamed, wanted to drive Zoe out.

My mom slapped me hard, said this is the house she bought, I have no right to decide who stays or leaves.

In a fit of anger, I proposed breaking up, applied to go abroad as a conflict journalist.

My mom not only didn't blame Zoe, but also intended to recognize her as goddaughter.

Just Zoe's parents didn't agree, so gave up.