My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 34

—Sophia Lane's Perspective—

After my benefactor promised to elevate my status, he vanished.

When we met again, he wanted to draw a clear line between us.

I looked at the man who had vowed eternal devotion to me just days ago, unable to accept how easily he had discarded me.

I asked him why.

But Ethan Carter only asked why his ring had been in my bag.

As usual, I acted coy, telling him I couldn't stand the thought of any other woman leaving a mark on him.

For the first time, Ethan got angry at me.

He told me to get out and never show my face again.

I was stunned, terrified of upsetting him further, thinking he was only stressed about his ex-wife's disappearance.

But Ethan was serious.

He kicked me out of the apartment, with Liam packing my things.

Just like that, I was thrown out.

At the same time, all my assets were frozen.

I didn't understand why he was being so ruthless.

I cried and went to his office, demanding an explanation.

But this time, I was stopped at the door, and every means of contacting him was blocked.

After days of trying everything and failing to reach him, I began to panic.

Without Ethan, my remaining savings dwindled visibly.

I knew that if this continued, my future would be ruined.

Was it really just because of a ring that I fell from grace so quickly?

After several days of waiting outside his office with no success, I used the last of my money to sit at the entrance, screaming insults at him.

Ethan had turned me into a useless person over the years.

At this moment, survival mattered far more than dignity.

As I shouted recklessly, Ethan finally came out, surrounded by a protective crowd.

He stood at a distance, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

When I saw him, I broke down, crying hysterically and begging him not to abandon me.

But all I got in return was a single sentence from Ethan:

"You're revolting."

I collapsed to the ground, and the scene felt hauntingly familiar.

It reminded me of that woman—how she had once crumpled on the floor, her face filled with despair.

Once, Ethan had loved this dress.

I didn't know whether he had changed or if the dress itself had become different.

After that day, I never heard from him again.

I learned that Ethan had donated all his assets in the name of that woman.

Ethan called her his "most beloved wife."

I found it laughable.

Everyone praised their great love story, while I was left behind, a disgraceful relic of the past.

Later, I heard he had died—at his wife's grave.

I ran wildly, asking anyone I could,

"How could Ethan Carter die? He only ever loved himself!"

My madness scared people away, leaving me standing alone.

The white dress I wore was muddied and filthy.

In the end, I had lost.

Utterly and completely.

[The End]