Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 468

Toddler Tina wobbled toward her, her tiny voice asking if she could have a piece of candy.

The teenage Tina was forced to accept hand-me-down clothes from distant

relatives. Even when she accompanied her mother to the market, her gaze would linger longingly on the dresses in the store window. The price wasn't high, but she never once asked for one. She had learned to be obedient.

As an adult, Tina had grown into a graceful young woman, but she became quieter, more withdrawn. She buried all her thoughts deep inside. Yet, when she was alone, she would still glance at herself in the mirror, as if searching for something.

All these memories had always been there she had just chosen to ignore them. Each fragment had been locked away in the deepest corners of her mind, things she never wanted to bring to the surface. Because if she did, she would have to face the truth: she could have easily bought her daughter that candy. She could have bought her that dress.

But she never did.

Somewhere deep down, she had always believed that there was no need to treat her too well.

The scenes flashed by like a spinning reel, and she let out a bitter laugh, her eyes brimming with tears.

When Tina had stood before her, crying as she told her about her illness, she could still hear her own cold, heartless voice."

Stay away from me! Don't infect me! Filthy!"

She had watched, with her own eyes, as the hope in her daughter's gaze shattered into pieces. And deep in her heart-there had been a sliver of satisfaction.

Bang!

hitting the ground from

terrifying speed. A

had been standing right there

those wide, lifeless eyes staring up at

eyes, forever frozen in shock and pain. No matter how much she

no longer

that Tina had HIV, all she could hear was the endless, echoing voice in her mind, whispering the

So young, and she already caught a disease like that. Disgusting. Who knows how many men she's

She probably had her out of wedlock. The father might

dead. At least she won't spread it

words echoed in Mrs. Mendes's ears,

laugh

Yes. They were right.

Every single word.

Tina was dirty.

She deserved to die.

have lived long

faded, slowly devoured

Then, suddenly, light returned.