The Wedding Day Betrayal
On my wedding day, my mother got down on
her knees, begging me to give my fiancé to
my younger sister.
My brother urged me, “Come on, Jenny, don’t
be difficult. Polly has depression, she can’t
handle this kind of stress.”
My dad just slapped me across the face.
“Quit your crying, you’re bad luck, a real jinx!
Why couldn’t it have been you who died back
then?”
It’s okay. I will die.
But when news of my actual death hit them…
My brother’s usually cold face showed a
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flicker of panic: “No way, this has to be a
hoax!”
My father clutched his heart, wracked with
pain: “How could this be? She was so smart,
so capable!”
And my mother, devastated, sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Jenny, I’m so sorry!” over and over
again.
But I was already gone.
It was all too late.
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It was New Year’s Eve, and Mom had made a
huge spread of food.
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The whole family was gathered around the
table, all cozy and cheerful.
As the clock struck midnight, fireworks
exploded outside.
My family raised their glasses in celebration.
To my brother’s career success.
To my dad’s prosperity.
To my mother’s health.
To my sister’s upcoming marriage, wishing
her happiness.
Not a single word was spoken for me.
No one even noticed that I was missing.
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Until Mom’s cell phone rang.
It was frantic, urgent.
It was a call from me.
She just glared, annoyed, and hung up.
And I was lying there on the cold, hard earth,
all hope lost.
I was dead.
Dead on the very night my family was
celebrating together.
