The Stolen Goose, My Family Is Toxic

My parents "accidentally" stewed the research subject I had been cultivating for three years. They stood before me, overflowing with self-reproach.

But Mom, Dad, I have been reborn. I know you did it on purpose.

To get a fifty-thousand-dollar bride price to fund my brother's pursuit of a wealthy socialite, you deliberately ruined my studies. You manipulated me into marrying a violent, older man.

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The day I was beaten to death by that monster, my soul drifted in the air. I watched my parents