Chapter 5

I don’t know why, but I clicked on the post.

The title was “Raising a daughter is worse than raising a dog!”

I recognized it as Dad’s post because he’d attached a screenshot from a security camera.

It was a still of me, just moments ago, holding the property deed and confronting him.

Though it was only my back, anyone familiar with me would recognize the out-of-control, raging woman as me.

In Dad’s description, I became an unforgivable, unfilial daughter, while Kevin was portrayed as a thoughtful, model son.

Someone commented below, suggesting he might be showing favoritism towards his son. Dad quickly defended himself:

“What do you mean favoritism towards my son? Our family values family bonds above all! Kevin has never caused his mom and me any trouble since he was little, and he even gave me a pure gold bracelet for my birthday.”

He even gave an example.

A few months ago, he saw me at a restaurant celebrating a stranger’s birthday and giving them two bottles of expensive wine.

Then, for his own birthday, I only gave him a worthless car charm.

“This kind of daughter is raised to be someone else’s property! We should have drowned her at birth!”

I scrolled through in silence, feeling utterly powerless.

That man was my client; my entire year’s business hinged on him.

My client had no other hobbies, just a fondness for good wine. I’d specifically pulled strings to get him two bottles of rare, vintage wine.

Later, Mom secretly told me Dad was upset. I tried to explain that it was for a client.

But Dad wouldn't let it go, constantly mocking me whenever we met. To avoid making Mom uncomfortable caught in the middle, I again pulled strings to buy him two bottles of equally expensive wine.

I never imagined he’d cherry-pick the worst parts, leaving out all context, turning it into undeniable proof of my disrespect.

With pictures and "facts," the online sentiment quickly turned against me.