Dying? Perfect. Now Watch Me Expose Your 'Perfect' Life, Ex - Chapter 86: Chapter 86
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Early the next morning, Knox had already left for work.
On the table were the pills he'd prepared for me, with a small note reminding me of precautions.
In the past, such gestures would have moved me beyond words.
But now I didn't even glance at them as I walked out.
Outside was noisy with activity—Mila had invited friends over.
She continued to act as if she owned the place.
Currently, she was loudly discussing her eighteenth birthday:
"My eighteenth birthday was absolutely perfect. My brother and Knox ordered haute couture for me, invited celebrity performers, and countless VIPs attended..."
Mila's expression was rapturous as she lost herself in past glories.
The next moment, she caught sight of me coming downstairs from the corner of her eye.
She suddenly smiled sweetly: "Piper! How was your day? We share the same birthday, don't we?"
Mila appeared genuinely sincere, as if she were merely curious.
But I knew better. She was deliberately reopening my wounds.
Because everyone knew I had been severely beaten that day.
My adoptive parents had tracked me to the Calloway home, insisting on dragging me back.
With filthy language, they'd spat: "You worthless bitch, we raised you all these years, and you think you can just walk away? Dream on!"
When I refused to go, they slapped me to the ground.
In front of everyone, they kicked and punched me.
Mila, wearing her seven-figure designer dress, had looked at me with pity and said airily:
"Piper, your parents miss you so much. You should go back with them instead of throwing away family for money."
My brother and Knox had stood beside her, watching me coldly.
It was only when Dad arrived that I was rescued from their hands.
Seeing I wouldn't engage, Mila's face darkened.
She flashed a strange smile and tapped something on her phone.
The next second, the living room TV began playing a video—my heart-wrenching screams instantly filled the house.
My head buzzed, and my blood ran cold.
It was the video of my beating, despite Knox and my brother's promise that it had been destroyed.
I bit through my cheek, tasting blood.
I rushed forward and grabbed a glass, hurling it at the screen.
With a loud crash, the screen shattered into pieces.
Mila and her friends burst into laughter:
"Look at how this bitch reacted! Priceless!"
Trembling as I composed myself, I ignored their mockery and simply picked up my suitcase to leave.
But in the next second, Mila blocked my path.
She kicked my suitcase contemptuously and demanded:
"What's inside? These all belong to the Calloways. Open it and let me see."
I froze momentarily, then a wave of humiliation washed over me.
They all began pulling at me.
"Cat got your tongue? Open it and show us!"
Mila snorted coldly: "She's obviously guilty. Probably stealing valuables to sell!"
Ridiculous. The entire mansion was in my name—what would I need to steal?
I brushed her hand away coldly: "Back off! Don't touch me!"
Mila froze for a moment, unable to believe that the formerly timid me would speak to her this way.
After exchanging a glance with her short-haired friend, she kicked my suitcase hard.
The case tumbled down, its contents spilling everywhere.
Seeing the designer labels on the clothes, jealousy flashed in Mila's eyes.
These had once belonged to her, but were now "stolen" by me, a country bumpkin who'd appeared out of nowhere.
Mila hooked up a piece of lingerie with her foot, saying haughtily:
"Not wearing those old-fashioned granny panties anymore?"
Her short-haired friend snickered:
"Ha! She's obviously turned into a slut!"
"Of course! How else could she steal someone else's boyfriend?"
Mila stared at my pale face, smiling as she reached to pull off my clothes.
"Let me see how much of a… Ahh!"
Before she could finish, I executed a perfect throw, slamming her to the ground.
After eighteen years of farm labor, I was much stronger than these pampered girls.
Two slaps later, Mila had no fight left in her.
She wailed loudly, but I didn't stop.
As I raised my hand for the third strike, a powerful grip seized my wrist.
On the table were the pills he'd prepared for me, with a small note reminding me of precautions.
In the past, such gestures would have moved me beyond words.
But now I didn't even glance at them as I walked out.
Outside was noisy with activity—Mila had invited friends over.
She continued to act as if she owned the place.
Currently, she was loudly discussing her eighteenth birthday:
"My eighteenth birthday was absolutely perfect. My brother and Knox ordered haute couture for me, invited celebrity performers, and countless VIPs attended..."
Mila's expression was rapturous as she lost herself in past glories.
The next moment, she caught sight of me coming downstairs from the corner of her eye.
She suddenly smiled sweetly: "Piper! How was your day? We share the same birthday, don't we?"
Mila appeared genuinely sincere, as if she were merely curious.
But I knew better. She was deliberately reopening my wounds.
Because everyone knew I had been severely beaten that day.
My adoptive parents had tracked me to the Calloway home, insisting on dragging me back.
With filthy language, they'd spat: "You worthless bitch, we raised you all these years, and you think you can just walk away? Dream on!"
When I refused to go, they slapped me to the ground.
In front of everyone, they kicked and punched me.
Mila, wearing her seven-figure designer dress, had looked at me with pity and said airily:
"Piper, your parents miss you so much. You should go back with them instead of throwing away family for money."
My brother and Knox had stood beside her, watching me coldly.
It was only when Dad arrived that I was rescued from their hands.
Seeing I wouldn't engage, Mila's face darkened.
She flashed a strange smile and tapped something on her phone.
The next second, the living room TV began playing a video—my heart-wrenching screams instantly filled the house.
My head buzzed, and my blood ran cold.
It was the video of my beating, despite Knox and my brother's promise that it had been destroyed.
I bit through my cheek, tasting blood.
I rushed forward and grabbed a glass, hurling it at the screen.
With a loud crash, the screen shattered into pieces.
Mila and her friends burst into laughter:
"Look at how this bitch reacted! Priceless!"
Trembling as I composed myself, I ignored their mockery and simply picked up my suitcase to leave.
But in the next second, Mila blocked my path.
She kicked my suitcase contemptuously and demanded:
"What's inside? These all belong to the Calloways. Open it and let me see."
I froze momentarily, then a wave of humiliation washed over me.
They all began pulling at me.
"Cat got your tongue? Open it and show us!"
Mila snorted coldly: "She's obviously guilty. Probably stealing valuables to sell!"
Ridiculous. The entire mansion was in my name—what would I need to steal?
I brushed her hand away coldly: "Back off! Don't touch me!"
Mila froze for a moment, unable to believe that the formerly timid me would speak to her this way.
After exchanging a glance with her short-haired friend, she kicked my suitcase hard.
The case tumbled down, its contents spilling everywhere.
Seeing the designer labels on the clothes, jealousy flashed in Mila's eyes.
These had once belonged to her, but were now "stolen" by me, a country bumpkin who'd appeared out of nowhere.
Mila hooked up a piece of lingerie with her foot, saying haughtily:
"Not wearing those old-fashioned granny panties anymore?"
Her short-haired friend snickered:
"Ha! She's obviously turned into a slut!"
"Of course! How else could she steal someone else's boyfriend?"
Mila stared at my pale face, smiling as she reached to pull off my clothes.
"Let me see how much of a… Ahh!"
Before she could finish, I executed a perfect throw, slamming her to the ground.
After eighteen years of farm labor, I was much stronger than these pampered girls.
Two slaps later, Mila had no fight left in her.
She wailed loudly, but I didn't stop.
As I raised my hand for the third strike, a powerful grip seized my wrist.
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