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As an adult, Tina had grown into a graceful young woman, but she became quieter, more withdrawn.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!

a body hitting

terrifying speed. A

been standing right there with her bags

the pavement, those wide, lifeless eyes staring up at nothing. She could still

cold. Those unblinking eyes, forever frozen in shock and pain. No matter how much

longer a living,

was the endless,

disease like that. Disgusting. Who knows how

lot. Like mother, like daughter. Look at her mom-single parent. She probably had her out of wedlock. The father might not even know she

least she won't spread it to

echoed in Mrs. Mendes's ears, stirring an unfamiliar ache

a laugh escaped

Yes. They were right.

Every single word.

Tina was dirty.

She deserved to die.

wouldn't have

of her faded, slowly devoured by darkness, until all she could see

Then, suddenly, light returned.