The day my daughter's father sacrificed himself in the line of duty, I gleefully married the Mob boss who ordered his death. My daughter hated me for my heartlessness and cut all ties. I hated her for being a nuisance who blocked my path to riches. She sent me to the countryside for a "Ghost Marriage," and I turned around and sold her to human traffickers. Twelve years later, she became a journalist. Her first story was to expose me, the villain, to the world. "Vivian Lane, you didn't expect me to be alive, did you? I'm going to settle every debt—my father's and mine—one by one!" "You aren't my mother. You're an animal." "Didn't you always want me dead? If you have the guts, show yourself!" But despite a billion netizens doxxing me for two whole days, they couldn't find a single trace of me. I whispered in her ear, giggling. "Stupid girl, hahaha. Even if I die, I won't let you find my body." She didn't know. Five years ago, someone paid a fortune to beg her to collect a few broken bone fragments from an incinerator. Those bones were mine. 1 Lily stared coldly into the camera, her eyes filled with rolling hatred. I hadn't seen her in twelve years. She had grown from a noisy little brat into a steady young woman. Those eyes, righteous and awe-inspiring just like her father's, looked particularly annoying. I reached out to pinch her ear, but naturally, my hand grasped nothing but air. "Vivian Lane, today I will make all the evidence public. I want to watch you lose everything you gained through illicit means." "I will make sure you rot in prison, cursed by thousands!" The livestream, with over a hundred thousand viewers, exploded with comments. I sneered and slapped her through the air. Twelve years ago, this damn girl looked at me with that same hate when the traffickers dragged her into the van. I was so mad I slapped her several times. I didn't expect her to still not learn her lesson. If I had known, I would have slapped her to death back then. I sat indifferently on the table, watching her pull the first piece of evidence from a chipped box beside her: my ledger. Stained with brown splotches, the paper yellowed with age, displayed calmly to the netizens. [October 2nd, 200X: Received Mark's death pension $2,000. Got a perm, bought two hair clips. Useless trash, even his death is only worth this much.] [November 4th, 2002: Received $10,000 from Boss Huo. Sent that damn girl to entertain some VIP clients. The little bitch actually injured someone. Tsk, next time I'll drug her so she behaves.] [November 25th, 2002: Spent $500 hiring someone to dig up a grave. Boss Huo bought a new car and wanted to take me for a spin. The damn girl hugged her dead dad's spirit tablet and called me cheap. In a rage, I dug up his bones and threw them in a cesspit.] ... The comments scrolled violently, cursing my eighteen generations of ancestors. Netizens wished they could dig me up and tear me apart right now. But neither Lily nor I reacted. She calmly flipped the ledger to the last page. There were no words on that page, just an old receipt. [September 9th, 2002: Received $3,000 from Brother Meng. Sold daughter, Lily Lane.] It was stamped with my bright red fingerprint. The barrage of comments receded like a tide, the chaotic screen suddenly becoming clean. Silence reigned for several minutes before someone spoke again. [WTF, is this something a human does?] [Even if she couldn't afford to raise her daughter, she can't sell her! Is this something a mother does?] [If she couldn't afford it, she could have started a GoFundMe; plenty of people would want to help.] [Wait, Lily was only 4 years old then?] I sneered. What do they know? Lily glanced coldly at the screen and took out the next piece of evidence. An item that made my pupils constrict instantly. 2 It was a bullet casing, obviously well-preserved. It was taken from her father's heart. Back then, I wanted to throw away such bad luck, but she held a kitchen knife to my neck and snatched it back. Lily held up the casing, her face etched with obvious hatred. "My father had over a hundred wounds on his body, but the fatal one was this bullet. I spent six hours cleaning his body just to make him look human. But the next day, Vivian Lane married the culprit who killed my father." "I suspect they colluded long ago... to kill my dad." The netizens' emotions surged again. [This animal! Letting her live free for one day is a failure of society.] [I'll pay a million dollars to whoever finds this Vivian Lane!] [I'll pay $30,000 for her location!] [Me too!] I leaned against the screen, scoffing. Want to find me? Maybe in the next life. Daughter, I want you to live with hatred for the rest of your life. But unexpectedly, the next day, netizens doxxed my address. It was a dilapidated resettlement housing complex, mostly abandoned. Lily tilted her head slightly, exposing a scar stretching from her cheek to her neck. She cut it herself with a knife because people said she looked like me. It wasn't originally that long. I grabbed her hair and added another cut. Lily's best friend covered her nose, looking at the peeling stairwell with unease. "Vivian Lane, who loves wealth and despises poverty, actually lives in a place like this?" "Did her sugar daddy dump her?" The door was locked tight. Lily took an axe from her bag and smashed the door, denting it. The day I married Huo Zheng, she used an axe just like this to shred my wedding dress. But I didn't spare her either. I used a box of matches to burn her backpack and her dad's portrait. Another swing, and the door crashed down. Inside was a very ordinary renovation, but the moment Lily saw it, she went mad. Her pupils dilated. She opened every door like a maniac, smashing tables in a frenzy. "Who allowed you to decorate this like the home Dad and I had? Who allowed you?" "Vivian, what gives you the right? What right?!" Watching those fragments, my heart ached. Every table and bowl here was made by my own hands. That damn girl. She smashed the wedding photo on the wall with a hammer, and broke my favorite jewelry in two. "Vivian Lane, get out here!" I giggled in her ear. "Little kid, you're still too green! I knew you'd come. I even prepared a big gift for you." "Want to check the storage room?" As if hearing me, she rushed to the corner storage room. The next moment, she convulsed and collapsed to the floor. Her best friend rushed over, holding her. But confusingly, there was nothing strange in the storage room, just a giant plush rabbit. Lily trembled violently, staring at the rabbit as if seeing something terrifying. I sewed that rabbit myself. I leaned in to touch it. However, maybe because I had been away from the place of death for too long, my movement caused my body to fall apart. After spending half a day piecing myself back together, I approached the rabbit. Lily loved rabbits when she was little. Her thirteenth birthday wish was for a big plush rabbit. Unfortunately, on that birthday, she only received Mark's corpse. Since then, she's been terrified of rabbits. I touched the rabbit's nose heartache, sitting on its shoulder, watching Lily pull out a pair of scissors from a drawer. Just as I thought she would cut my rabbit, a woman suddenly walked in from outside. Lily's emotions instantly stabilized. "Mom." She threw herself into the woman's arms like a wronged little girl. However, the woman suddenly looked up, staring straight at me. "Vivian Lane." Did she see me? 3 However, the next moment I realized I was mistaken. Susan walked towards the rabbit, gently examining the stitching. "Vivian made this." "It should be a gift for you." Unexpectedly, the one who understood me best in the end was my love rival. Yes, before I married Mark, she chased him for three years, but Mark chose me. I was smug back then, but thinking about it now, it feels like bad luck. Lily retched, as if hearing something disgusting. "I don't want it. It's dirty." She took the scissors and stabbed the rabbit. The scissors passed through my body and tore the rabbit's back. Large clumps of cotton flew out. She leaned into Susan's arms, staring at the cotton with red eyes. So these years, she was adopted by Susan. That day, Susan somehow found out I was selling Lily. She drove after us, chasing for over two hundred miles, and bought Lily back. Hearing Lily call her "Mom," I curled my lips. Damn girl, I should have sold her further away. She threw down the scissors, and they supported each other out of the messy room. For the rest of the time, I was forced to follow Lily, watching their mother-daughter act, listening to netizens' curses, and occasionally cursing them back. Until the seventh day, someone found my grave. At first, Lily clearly didn't believe it. But standing in front of the tombstone, she laughed until she cried. The grave was obviously a few years old. It had my photo and my name carved on it. Lily touched the tombstone. Maybe from excitement, her hand trembled slightly. "Hahaha, karma is real." "Vivian Lane, retribution finally found you!" She laughed for a while, then started looking for an axe, clearly wanting to smash my grave to vent her anger. Unfortunately, cemeteries don't have such things. She strode out to buy an axe. Netizens also found out the location of my grave. To vent for Lily, some threw rotten eggs, some brought red paint. Soon, the originally just old tombstone became a mess. Lily got a small excavator. She walked to my tombstone, eyes full of satisfaction mixed with a complexity I didn't understand. "Vivian, how you treated my dad back then, I'll treat you now." I also smiled widely, expecting the reaction of that damn girl when she sees the urn inside is the one she personally collected years ago. I waited for her to get on the excavator and dig up this grave herself. She walked halfway, then suddenly turned back, squatting down hugging her knees, trembling violently. She stared at my tombstone for two minutes, then suddenly picked up a rag and started wiping it. I scoffed. "Damn girl." After a while, she wiped her tears, threw down the rag, and walked firmly to the excavator. "Vivian, you deserve it. You were heartless, you wronged my dad." "Today I'm smashing your tombstone to avenge my dad!" With the rumble of the machine starting, the yellow claw smashed towards my tombstone. Everyone's eyes were filled with satisfaction. A woman like me, who abandoned her husband and sold her daughter, deserved such an end. But amidst the cheers, frantic footsteps ran from the distance. "Stop!" "Lily, your mom never betrayed anyone."
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