Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 394

Afterwards, the Brennans took pity on Lauren. They saw how grateful she was, and gradually, they began to care for her more and more—until, before anyone realized it, she had become part of the Brennan family.

At that time, Anastasia had just lost her mother. Her father had remarried, leaving her feeling utterly alone. When she found out about Lauren, it was as if the last bit of security in her world had been ripped away. She felt abandoned, betrayed by everyone she should have been able to trust.

Her mother was gone. Now, even her grandparents didn’t want her. Was she really so unwanted?

Nora, ever sly, would always find ways—subtle or not—to mention just how much the Brennans doted on Lauren. The more Anastasia heard about it, the more bitter her resentment grew.

Desperate for the Brennans’ attention, she started acting out against them, hoping to be noticed.

She would show up at parties dressed in outlandish, garish outfits. The first time she was laughed at, she’d wanted nothing more than to disappear. No matter how naïve she was, she still knew what looked good and what didn’t. She never truly believed those clothes were beautiful.

But then, at one party, her uncle caught her being egged on by Nora and her mother, playing the fool for everyone’s amusement. He was furious, scolded her harshly, and forbade her from ever wearing such things again.

When they got home, Penelope “casually” let it slip that the Brennans had hired a designer to create custom dresses for Lauren.

Anastasia couldn’t help but think—she was the real daughter, but the only one the Brennans cared about was Lauren. The unfairness of it all made her burn with anger and resentment, especially when Penelope deliberately stoked those feelings. Instead of stopping, Anastasia doubled down, making her outfits even more outrageous.

There were countless incidents like this. She kept walking further down this mistaken path, until she became the laughingstock of their social circle—a cautionary tale, a joke.

By the time she realized how wrong she’d been, it was already too late.

She died alone, on a deserted street in the dead of night, while Lauren inherited everything that should have been hers—a future glittering with promise, a family, admiration, love.

Anastasia closed her eyes, hiding the bitterness and cold fury flickering behind them.

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