Chapter 3My Mother Ruined My Life – But I’m Reborn To Save My Dad!

Later, my dad moved his bedding to the living room, ignoring my mom.

But she and Travis dragged me into a room and started tearing into me.

“Diana, you really just let him hit me, didn’t you? Enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Then she reached to grab my arm, but I dodged.

“You brat, how dare you fight back? Don’t think that if we get divorced, you’ll get the house. Dream on. It all goes to your brother.”

In our last life, my mom was a master at double-dealing.

To the rest of the family, she acted as though she treated me and Travis equally.

But behind closed doors?

From the day Travis was born, he became her whole world. I was tasked with watching over him, cleaning the house, doing the cooking. The best of everything went to him, and if I so much as snuck a taste, I’d be punished, made to kneel in the kitchen all night, not allowed to sleep.

By my senior year, I looked so malnourished people thought I was still in middle school.

Whenever my dad came home, she’d pretend to care for me and always threatened that if I told him, she’d beat me even harder once he left.

Even after I started working, she kept controlling me.

Knowing Travis struggled with school, she pushed for expensive tutors and then started eyeing my paycheck.

Her plan was for me to go unpaid and tutor him myself so he’d get into a good college.

Remembering this, I let out a smile.

It’s time they woke up from their dream.

This time, Travis sneered with a twisted smile, taunting, “That’s right. Girls are money sinks, born to serve us.”

“First you hand over your paychecks, then your dowry. And you’ll squeeze every penny from your in-laws to support me—that’s your destiny!”

My mom, sensing I was staying silent, raised her hand to slap me, but I screamed louder than her.

“Mom, I get it! I’m sorry! Please, don’t hit me again!”

The two of them froze, thrown off by my reaction.

Moments later, my dad stormed into the room, eyebrows knitted as he stepped between me and them.

“Linda Grant, who the hell do you think you are, putting your hands on my daughter?”

Travis quickly tried to cover, “Dad, don’t listen to Diana. Mom loves her! She’d never hit her.”

Inside, I couldn’t help but laugh at his pathetic attempt. So, we’re playing pretend now?

I raised my arm without a second thought, rolling up my sleeve to reveal the bruises.

“Dad, I’m not lying. Mom hit me, just now.”

“She called me a waste of space and said I was born to give up everything for Travis, so he could live a better life.”

Already furious, my dad's anger reached a boiling point. Without hesitating, he turned and slapped my mom across the face.

“If I ever hear you say another word like that, pack your things and leave. Take your son with you!”

I watched his retreating figure, my eyes filling with tears as a heavy fog of emotion welled up inside me.

In both lives, he’d always been the one person who truly loved me.

But this time, it’s my turn to protect him.