My Reborn Mother Wanted Me Dead for the Insurance

My mother was a pathological liar who loved playing the victim while making me her scapegoat.

When I was little, she lost track of time playing underground poker and forgot to make dinner.

In front of the entire family, she slapped me hard across the face.

"This little brat vanished out of nowhere! I spent hours searching the streets for her—that's why dinner isn't ready!"

Because of that lie, I was forced to kneel outside in the freezing yard all night.

In middle school, during the most critical state exam, the teacher repeatedly instructed parents to prepare our test packets.