he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 127: Chapter 127
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She had gone insane and was diagnosed with severe mental illness. She was forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.
Since Jackson had no relatives other than his daughter, my father and I took it upon ourselves to organize his funeral.
At the funeral, I glanced at Tiffany, who sat beside me, her expression blank and her mind far gone.
She muttered incoherently to herself: "I'm a wealthy heiress... My father is a billionaire tycoon... You all have to listen to me... None of you are allowed to defy me..."
I shook my head and sighed.
Even in her madness, Tiffany was still clinging to her delusion of being a rich heiress.
Perhaps, for her, this was the best ending she could have.
My father turned to me and asked, "Do you hate Tiffany?"
I shook my head. "No. If it weren't for her, I might never have seen Mike's true colors. I wouldn't have realized what a despicable, shameless, and disgusting person he is."
Had I truly married such a man, it would have been a nightmare I'd carry for the rest of my life.
A look of relief appeared on my father's face. "My dear daughter, you've grown up."
I nodded and said, "Dad, I've thought it through. I'm willing to accept an arranged marriage for the sake of our family."
Perhaps this is fate.
Since I was born into a life that ordinary people can't even dream of, I can't expect to live like an ordinary person.
A marriage between equals is my best choice.
Under my father's arrangement, I met the young heir of another prominent family.
He came from a powerful political family in the capital, one with great influence and prestige.
As we got to know each other, I discovered that he was extraordinary—an exceptional man whose charm and brilliance seemed to radiate from every fiber of his being.
At that moment, I realized just how narrow my world had been, trapped in the cage of my past relationship with Mike, completely unaware of the vast, boundless sky outside.
On the day of his proposal, he rented out an entire island, covering it with fresh flowers.
He knelt on one knee and confessed his love to me, promising to spend his life by my side.
Tears of joy streamed down my face. At that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world.
Half a year later, we were married.
After the wedding, the two of us moved abroad to a secluded island, far away from the chaos of the world.
There, we lived a life of quiet bliss, like a couple out of a fairy tale.
Years later...
I lay on a lounge chair on the beach, resting as the gentle sea breeze brushed against my face.
A news story from back home suddenly caught my attention.
A dangerous convict had escaped from prison, setting fire to a mental institution and leaving ten dead and nine injured.
The crazed convict was shot dead on the spot.
Even after so many years, I could recognize him at a glance from the photo in the article.
The arsonist wasn't just anyone—it was Mike.
And the mental institution he had set ablaze was the very same one where Tiffany had been receiving treatment.
"Did you think Tiffany ruined your life, Mike? Is that why you decided to drag her to hell with you?"
I shook my head and let out a long sigh. "What destroyed your life wasn't her. It was your own greed."
My husband approached me, holding our daughter in his arms, his voice as tender as water. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
I reached out to take my daughter into my arms and planted a loud kiss on her little face. "Sweetheart, did you miss Mommy?"
The past had nothing to do with me anymore.
I already had a life that was truly mine.
Since Jackson had no relatives other than his daughter, my father and I took it upon ourselves to organize his funeral.
At the funeral, I glanced at Tiffany, who sat beside me, her expression blank and her mind far gone.
She muttered incoherently to herself: "I'm a wealthy heiress... My father is a billionaire tycoon... You all have to listen to me... None of you are allowed to defy me..."
I shook my head and sighed.
Even in her madness, Tiffany was still clinging to her delusion of being a rich heiress.
Perhaps, for her, this was the best ending she could have.
My father turned to me and asked, "Do you hate Tiffany?"
I shook my head. "No. If it weren't for her, I might never have seen Mike's true colors. I wouldn't have realized what a despicable, shameless, and disgusting person he is."
Had I truly married such a man, it would have been a nightmare I'd carry for the rest of my life.
A look of relief appeared on my father's face. "My dear daughter, you've grown up."
I nodded and said, "Dad, I've thought it through. I'm willing to accept an arranged marriage for the sake of our family."
Perhaps this is fate.
Since I was born into a life that ordinary people can't even dream of, I can't expect to live like an ordinary person.
A marriage between equals is my best choice.
Under my father's arrangement, I met the young heir of another prominent family.
He came from a powerful political family in the capital, one with great influence and prestige.
As we got to know each other, I discovered that he was extraordinary—an exceptional man whose charm and brilliance seemed to radiate from every fiber of his being.
At that moment, I realized just how narrow my world had been, trapped in the cage of my past relationship with Mike, completely unaware of the vast, boundless sky outside.
On the day of his proposal, he rented out an entire island, covering it with fresh flowers.
He knelt on one knee and confessed his love to me, promising to spend his life by my side.
Tears of joy streamed down my face. At that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world.
Half a year later, we were married.
After the wedding, the two of us moved abroad to a secluded island, far away from the chaos of the world.
There, we lived a life of quiet bliss, like a couple out of a fairy tale.
Years later...
I lay on a lounge chair on the beach, resting as the gentle sea breeze brushed against my face.
A news story from back home suddenly caught my attention.
A dangerous convict had escaped from prison, setting fire to a mental institution and leaving ten dead and nine injured.
The crazed convict was shot dead on the spot.
Even after so many years, I could recognize him at a glance from the photo in the article.
The arsonist wasn't just anyone—it was Mike.
And the mental institution he had set ablaze was the very same one where Tiffany had been receiving treatment.
"Did you think Tiffany ruined your life, Mike? Is that why you decided to drag her to hell with you?"
I shook my head and let out a long sigh. "What destroyed your life wasn't her. It was your own greed."
My husband approached me, holding our daughter in his arms, his voice as tender as water. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
I reached out to take my daughter into my arms and planted a loud kiss on her little face. "Sweetheart, did you miss Mommy?"
The past had nothing to do with me anymore.
I already had a life that was truly mine.
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