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She was adopted into the Ginger family instead.
At first, things were good. Her adoptive parents, her three older brothers-they all treated her like a treasure.
But when she turned eighteen, Mathilda Ginger-their long-lost biological daughter-returned.
From that moment, they hated her.
They saw her as the thief who had stolen Mathilda’s place.
Mathilda played the sweet victim, accusing Lily of bullying her. Her three brothers, once so kind, became her tormentors-leading others in school to mock and abuse her.
They called her cruel. A parasite. A villain in their perfect story.
Eventually, bullying her became a game-an achievement.
She remembered it clearly.
That day, she got her period.
Girls in the restroom snatched away her pads, circled her, laughing as her pants soaked through in blood.
Her three brothers ordered others to dump cold, filthy water on her.
She had curled up, shivering, trembling.
And they had laughed.
Then kicked her.
Right in the stomach.
Looking at the twisted, hideous grins around her, that day, she truly thought-I’m not going to survive this.
Lily had never expected John to show up during the most humiliating moment of her life.
Back then, when she was being bullied, he had stepped forward, shouted at the others to stop, and draped his jacket over her trembling shoulders.
It had been a gray, rainy day. He’d broken through the storm clouds to stand before her like a beam of light.
That was when she had fallen helplessly in love with him.
She had always believed it was him-he was the one who pulled her out of the abyss.
And so, she had been willing to give him everything.
But when Elsa returned to the country, John was the one who shoved her heart back into the flames of hell.
The light that once illuminated her world had gone dark.
And with it, her love for him was gone too.
It was nearly noon when Lily finally stirred from sleep and opened her heavy eyelids.
She had left her phone on silent. As she sat up in bed, she noticed a flashing screen-an incoming call from an unfamiliar number.
Thinking it might be a film crew, she hurried to answer.
“Lily, you disgusting homewrecker! You slutty fox spirit! How dare you come between Mr. John and our Elsa? I hope your entire family gets gang-raped and hit by a truck! I hope you die a miserable death!”
“If you don’t publicly apologize to Elsa, I’ll never forgive you!”
Lily’s fists clenched slowly. Her whole body went cold.
Elsa’s rabid fans really went all out.
Still, Lily didn’t hang up immediately. Instead, she answered word by word: “I don’t need forgiveness from a brainless idiot. Hope you get a new brain soon.”
“You filthy b*tch! You-!”
Some people could hurl every insult under the sun and feel great about it.
But the second someone insulted them, they’d fly into hysterics.
That’s how you hit them hardest.
Lily waited until the woman was mid-rant-then calmly hung up.
She imagined the woman on the other end losing her mind, screeching into silence. That alone brought her a strange, measured calm.
When Lily looked at her phone again, she saw nearly a hundred missed calls. Hundreds of unread messages.
All of them were insults. Threats. Curses.
So this was what cyberbullying felt like.
She finally understood how some people could be driven to suicide. The venom. The cruelty. The relentless, inescapable rage-it could eat a person alive.
But she refused to be eaten.
Even if every step ahead was lined with blades and frost, she would walk forward.
She would survive.
She had blocked John’s number-but not his WhatsApp.
Opening their old chat, Lily carefully selected a few key screenshots and posted them online.
Then she added one more piece: a short video.
It had been recorded back when they were still deeply in love-when she’d been teasing him, and he had caved in, recording it just to make her smile.
The video only captured John’s side profile, but anyone with a pair of eyes could recognize him instantly.
In it, under the starlight, he looked at her with soft, unwavering sincerity and said:
“Year after year, day and night-John only wants Lily.”
Her playful voice followed: “Who’s Lily?”
And he had smiled gently. “Lily is my girlfriend.”
The final screenshot she posted was dated the day before he threw a wedding for Elsa.
She had just finished sewing her wedding dress and sent him a picture of it.
“I made this by hand. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“John, do you want to marry me?”
His reply: “Mm. I do.”
And the very next day…
He put that dress on Elsa.
And gave her the grand wedding.
How ironic.
Lily didn’t scroll through their chat history anymore. She uploaded the screenshots and video, then tossed her phone aside.
You started this, Elsa.
You wanted to watch her become a public disgrace?
Fine.
Let’s see how “noble” Elsa looks once the real mistress’s mask is torn off.
“Mathilda, you’re here.”
Earlier that morning, after Elsa had changed her clothes, John had someone drive her back to the hospital.
Her mother, Wendy, stayed with her.
When she saw Mathilda-Lily’s adoptive parents’ biological daughter-Wendy greeted her warmly.
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