"Love is so beautiful, isn't it?" I mused bitterly. "If I wasn't the abandoned bride or the scapegoat in their love story, maybe I'd see it that way."
Suddenly, my phone rang—it was Melisa calling. Her voice came through cheerfully, "Audrey, being the biological daughter doesn't matter. Everyone loves me."
I retorted, "You shouldn't say that. Your biological mother cares deeply about me."
She scoffed, "That farmer can't be my mother! You're foolish to think she's worth anything. Oh and I forgot to mention, my parents just cut off that poor woman's medical expenses to make me happy." Her laughter crackled through the phone. "Audrey, how much longer do you think she'll keep loving you?"
With that, she hung up, leaving me reeling from her callous words. It was a harsh reminder of the harsh realities I faced in their twisted world.
Even though it was summer, I suddenly felt this chill. I jumped up, tripped over myself and bolted out of the door, grabbing a taxi straight to the hospital. Sitting there, the lady driver hesitated and said, “Hey, your outfit…”