Chapter 4

The better I performed, the more enthusiastic Mom became towards me.

Correspondingly, Rachel faced the same nightmarish treatment I had endured in my previous life.

The only difference was that I wouldn't do to her what she had done to me.

Interestingly though, people are different. In my past life, I endured endless abuse, still foolishly hoping for the day Mom would love me.

But in this life, faced with the same situation, Rachel had already started trying to threaten me.

On my eighth birthday, I won the children's ballet championship. Mom threw a grand party for me, never once mentioning that she had another daughter.

After we got home, I casually brought up what Mom had said at the party. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel's expression grow increasingly twisted.

After Mom went upstairs to rest, I was about to return to my room when Rachel violently pushed me to the ground from behind.

The next second, she was on top of me, grabbing my hair.

"You little bitch! You stole Mom from me! What's so great about being able to dance? I'll cut your tendons and see how you dance then, you bitch!"

Rachel raised a piece of broken glass, her face a mix of excitement and ferocity, about to stab at my ankles.

"Sister, no!" I cried out in feigned panic, trying to struggle. But I clearly heard Mom's hurried footsteps coming from her room.

Three, two, one...

Before Rachel could react, Mom kicked her away.

The next moment, Mom held me in her arms lovingly, glaring at Rachel with fury.

"You little demon! What were you trying to do to your sister?!"