My Reborn 18-Year-Old Revenge Scam? Bankrupting Bullies! - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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After college started, I found a tutoring job.
The little girl was sweet and did well in school.
On her birthday, she invited me to the party.
I brought her a gift.
The room was packed with seventeen and eighteen-year-old girls, chatting and laughing about their dreams and bright futures.
I took a bite of cake and watched quietly.
It was beautiful.
The cake was sweet, and my stomach could handle it.
College was great too.
I was picking up all the youth and future I'd lost.
Even though I'd already achieved worldly success, I still felt regret—regret for everything eighteen-year-old Jess Sterling had lost.
On the way back to school, Tyler called me.
I answered.
Looking at the time difference between here and the States, it should be noon there now. I could hear noise in the background of the call.
"Jess," Tyler's voice came through. "Happy birthday."
I said, "International calls are expensive. You're being wasteful."
Tyler gritted his teeth. "You fucking…"
I laughed.
I never saw Tyler again in my past life.
But I hated him my entire life, cursing him to die horribly.
Even though I knew my curses had no power, that he was probably living happily somewhere in the world.
But I still hated him.
And now, I was willing to take back that hatred.
"You know what, Tyler?" I said, "Future me is going to be a brilliant business elite."
Tyler scoffed. "Show-off."
But then his voice got softer. "You will be."
"Jess, you're going to succeed."
Yeah. I would succeed.
Past, present, future—I would succeed in all of them.
I never went home again.
Even after I succeeded again, I never went back.
Dad called me, but I always had the same response: "I'm busy, I need to make money, I need to live."
Finally, he couldn't take it and yelled, "Is money all you care about?"
"Yes," I said over the phone. "Money is all I care about, just like the only reason you're calling me is to ASK for money!"
Click.
Without waiting for his response, I hung up.
Dad thought I didn't know, but I knew everything.
I knew Maya had injured her spine dancing and couldn't stand up anymore.
Maya in her wheelchair was the world's biggest bitter bitch, lashing out at everyone around her.
Dad and Vivian had countless screaming fights, but I didn't feel sorry for him at all.
After all, that was the wife and daughter he'd chosen.
He should deal with the consequences himself.
We all have to pay for our life choices.
So, best wishes to them.
The little girl was sweet and did well in school.
On her birthday, she invited me to the party.
I brought her a gift.
The room was packed with seventeen and eighteen-year-old girls, chatting and laughing about their dreams and bright futures.
I took a bite of cake and watched quietly.
It was beautiful.
The cake was sweet, and my stomach could handle it.
College was great too.
I was picking up all the youth and future I'd lost.
Even though I'd already achieved worldly success, I still felt regret—regret for everything eighteen-year-old Jess Sterling had lost.
On the way back to school, Tyler called me.
I answered.
Looking at the time difference between here and the States, it should be noon there now. I could hear noise in the background of the call.
"Jess," Tyler's voice came through. "Happy birthday."
I said, "International calls are expensive. You're being wasteful."
Tyler gritted his teeth. "You fucking…"
I laughed.
I never saw Tyler again in my past life.
But I hated him my entire life, cursing him to die horribly.
Even though I knew my curses had no power, that he was probably living happily somewhere in the world.
But I still hated him.
And now, I was willing to take back that hatred.
"You know what, Tyler?" I said, "Future me is going to be a brilliant business elite."
Tyler scoffed. "Show-off."
But then his voice got softer. "You will be."
"Jess, you're going to succeed."
Yeah. I would succeed.
Past, present, future—I would succeed in all of them.
I never went home again.
Even after I succeeded again, I never went back.
Dad called me, but I always had the same response: "I'm busy, I need to make money, I need to live."
Finally, he couldn't take it and yelled, "Is money all you care about?"
"Yes," I said over the phone. "Money is all I care about, just like the only reason you're calling me is to ASK for money!"
Click.
Without waiting for his response, I hung up.
Dad thought I didn't know, but I knew everything.
I knew Maya had injured her spine dancing and couldn't stand up anymore.
Maya in her wheelchair was the world's biggest bitter bitch, lashing out at everyone around her.
Dad and Vivian had countless screaming fights, but I didn't feel sorry for him at all.
After all, that was the wife and daughter he'd chosen.
He should deal with the consequences himself.
We all have to pay for our life choices.
So, best wishes to them.
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