My sister, Lily, got married at twenty and had my nephew at twenty-one. Me? I'm twenty-seven, and I can't seem to get anyone to stick around. Over the last few years, I’ve brought a string of boyfriends home. But just as things would get serious, just as we'd start talking about marriage, my father would lead them into his study. I don't know what he said to them in there. But when they emerged, they were like strangers, their eyes filled with a terrifying rage. Some of them even tried to strangle me. My newest boyfriend, Mark, thought my dad was being unreasonable. But after he followed my father into the study, he came out with his eyes blazing, slapped me twice across the face, and broke up with me on the spot. I was left bewildered. What was the real reason they all left me? What secret was hidden in my father's study? 1 "You worthless slut! Aren't you disgusting?" "Next time, I should just let one of your boyfriends kill you. Maybe then you'll finally learn your lesson!" After Mark left, my father’s face was a mask of cold fury as he hurled insults at me. To be honest, I'd had five boyfriends in the past few years, and without exception, it had always ended this way—in a brutal, ugly breakup. And before they turned violent, every single one of them had gone into my father's study. It was hard to believe a person's heart could change so quickly, but it happened. Every. Single. Time. I frowned at my father, hoping for even a single word of apology. But he looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart, furious that my latest ex hadn't just finished the job and strangled me. I knew he’d always favored my sister, Lily. He never cared about me. When I first started dating, he forced me to break up with my boyfriend. Yet, the moment Lily turned twenty, the legal age for marriage, he practically pushed her down the aisle. Watching her husband move into our house, doting on her, showering her with affection—I was so envious that she could be with the person she loved. Whenever my dad caught me looking, he’d kick me to the ground and snarl at me to stop staring at my brother-in-law, telling me to forget about ever getting married myself. When Lily and her husband went on their honeymoon abroad, my father made me stay home, grounded, to "reflect on my mistakes." He even had Lily call me and tell me not to get married, not to "ruin someone else's life." I never thought my own father would be the one to systematically destroy every relationship I had. I even started to wonder if I was adopted. I hired a private investigator, but the results were clear: I was his biological daughter. I couldn't understand it, so I vented my frustrations on an online forum. Strangers chimed in, trying to solve the puzzle with me. 【Is it possible you were born on the day of a huge business deal he lost? He blames you for his financial troubles and wants revenge.】 【I bet you look like his mistress. Your mom hates you for it, so your dad does too.】 So I did more digging. But my dad was a teacher; he had no business experience. He was a man of integrity, no skeletons in his closet. I just couldn't understand why he was so dead set against me finding love. Especially when I, with my striking looks, seemed to find it so easily, only to have it ripped away. Desperate, I asked my uncle to talk to him. Uncle Ben thought my father was being absurd. Who would want their own daughter to die alone? He went straight to our house to confront him. "Your daughter has found someone she likes! As parents, we should be happy for her. What's wrong with you, trying to keep her single? Have you lost your mind?" My father stared at him in silence, then grabbed his arm and pulled him into the study. 2 When they came out, my uncle's gentle gaze had been replaced by a vicious, cruel glare. Not only did he stop advocating for me, he kicked me square in the chest. "You pathetic stray! At your age, you still think you deserve to be loved? You're not worthy!" Just then, my aunt arrived, looking for my uncle. She saw what happened and started yelling at him, but after my dad took her into the study, she too turned on me. She warned me to never think about marriage again, or she'd personally poison me. It was so strange. What on earth was in that study that could so drastically change everyone who entered it? Even my sister, Lily, who I’d always been close to, started telling me not to get married. "What's so bad about being on your own? It's freeing," she'd say. She secretly burned all my photos with my ex-boyfriends and deleted their numbers from my phone, forbidding me from seeing or contacting any men. I tossed and turned every night, the mystery gnawing at me. But no matter what, at least my mom was still on my side. The problem was, she owned three restaurants and worked from dawn till dusk. She was never home to see how I was being treated. I had cried and raged over my breakups, but it was useless. A vast, empty disappointment settled in my chest, a gaping hole that let in a chilling wind. My father shot me a look of contempt and went to watch TV on the sofa. I walked over and stood directly in front of him, my expression serious. "Dad, tell me the truth. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to offend you? Can't we just talk about this like a family? Does it have to be like this?" If it was a misunderstanding, we could clear it up. But he didn't even look at me, his eyes glued to the screen. "I've told you. No dating, no marriage. If you dare to disobey me, I will kill you." Then, his eyes slid to the side, fixing me with a cold, unnerving stare. A shiver ran down my spine. He wasn't joking. He stood up, went to the kitchen, and came back with a butcher knife, charging at me like a madman. Terrified, I ran into my room, locked the door, and called my best friend, Romy, begging her to call the police. The police arrived quickly, with Romy right behind them. A female officer immediately subdued my father, throwing the knife far away. I finally let out a breath and emerged from my room. "Mr. Wolfe," the officer said sternly, "you are under suspicion of attempted murder. Please come with us to the station for questioning." Even in handcuffs, my father looked dismissive, not a hint of fear on his face. Romy saw the gash the knife had left on my arm and her face went pale. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She punched my father's shoulder, her voice filled with rage. "Are you insane? That's your daughter!" "You'd rather kill her than let her get married?" She sobbed, gasping for breath. I knew if the police weren't there, she would have fought him to defend my honor. In this world, there were still people who genuinely wished for my happiness. The police asked my father for his motive, but he remained silent, utterly unrepentant. 3 Romy stepped forward, holding up her phone. "I have proof. Sarah has had five boyfriends since she was twenty, and her father instigated every single breakup. He even encouraged them to hit her! I have all the photos of her injuries. These monsters need to be punished!" At her words, my father let out a low, chilling laugh, his expression contorted and terrifying. He gestured to the police to loosen their grip and then looked at Romy. "Fine, I'll go with you. But first, I need to get some important evidence from my study. If you're afraid I'll run, you can all come in with me."
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