Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1880

From the moment I came into this world, I sensed I was an error. My mother often stood by the window, eyes scanning the horizon, waiting for my father to come home. He had a routine of leaving early and returning late, and for a spell, they lived like any other couple, seemingly content.

During those days, we were like mice scurrying through a shadowy alley, confined to a house that never welcomed sunlight. It felt like a prison for both my mother and me.

I can still picture the day she took me to the market. She wore a stunning dress my father had given her. Before life took its turns, she was a dancer, and when she moved, it was like watching a butterfly take flight-absolutely mesmerizing. But at the market, whispers and pointing fingers followed us everywhere.

"That's her—the one kept by some man, had a kid without getting married."

"She was a dancer, snagged a rich guy, and quit. Dressed up like that, she's clearly out to catch a man."

As the gossip buzzed around, my mother shielded my ears with her hands. But I was old enough to pick up on the disdain in their eyes, almost as if we were some sort of aberration.

a pound of these veggies?" my mom asked a stern-faced woman at a stall. The woman

her; no one wanted to sell us food. My mom, ever gentle, didn't complain. She wandered the market until she paused by a butcher's stall. The butcher waved her over,

His sudden move startled

yelling, "So,

behind my back? Is this

pale as his wife approached.

causing trouble! I just felt bad for her

them meat, or is she selling herself

special about a club

don't come

Get out of this market, and

in, waving