When the Broken Heart Breaks the Soul

Chapter 1

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My sister inherited our mom's rare heart disease, but I was born perfectly healthy without a single defect.

After confirming through tests that I was indeed her biological child, Mom locked me in my room for three days.

"You freak, you're nothing like my child. Just go die!"

Dad held her lovingly, comforting my sister who was crying hysterically, his eyes full of blame toward me.

"You know Vivian and your sister aren't well. Why are you so inconsiderate?"

To distance herself from me, Mom wouldn't even let me share her or Dad's last name. She just flipped through a dictionary and randomly gave me a different surname.

When I was seven, on Christmas, Dad took Mom and my sister abroad for vacation.

They locked the front door from the outside, leaving me alone in the empty house.

When hunger reached its peak, I found a desiccant packet and hastily swallowed it.

As my stomach churned violently, my heart felt like it was splitting apart.

My first reaction was joy.

Mom, does this mean I have the same illness as you now?