When my boyfriend and I were about to sign the marriage certificate, my twin sister suddenly fainted.

The whole family left me and accompanied my sister to the hospital, saying that they would be back soon.

I called them countless times, but no one answered.

It was dark and I sent a WhatsApp message to my boyfriend: [Let’s break up.]

He called me immediately and was furious and blamed me for being unreasonable.

I called my mentor and agreed to follow him to work in a research institute abroad.

A small suitcase held all my belongings for ten years.

I had accumulated enough disappointment and it was time to leave.

As soon as I entered the house, the nanny’s flattering smile froze on her face.

“You are back, I thought it was Sir and Madam.”

I ignored her contemptuous look and walked into the storage room on the first floor.

The small space of less than five square meters could barely accommodate a single bed and a desk.

This was my bedroom.

I dragged out the worn-out suitcase from under the bed and found a yellowed photo album in it.

There was not a single photo in it, only the four-person group photo I drew.

I drew one every year on my birthday and now I had ten.

I threw them into a small iron box and lit them with a lighter.

The small flame burned my fantasy and all the pain.

“Emily, you are so old and still playing with fire. If your partner knew, they would scold you to death.”

If it were any other time, I would definitely ask the nanny why she refused to call me Miss, but this time, I turned a deaf ear to her words.

There was a noise outside the door.

My parents and sister came in talking and laughing.

The nanny immediately came forward to complain.

The first one to rush over was my father.

He came over with a basin of water, poured it on the iron box and splashed me.

“Are you crazy? Do you want to burn down the house?”

The last flame in the iron box went out.

My sister looked at my embarrassed look and laughed so hard that she couldn’t straighten her back.

“You are so funny! I have to take a picture and post it on WhatsApp status!”

She took a lot of pictures of me.

After she had taken enough photos, my mother spoke coldly. “Didn’t you see the dirty clothes your sister took off? Those need to be washed by hand, why don’t you wash them quickly?”

I stood up expressionlessly and walked straight to the bathroom.

My sister reminded me from behind, “Remember to use cold water!”

There was no heating in the city and it was particularly cold when the weather was bad. I had never stopped getting frostbite on my hands. I trembled all over when I touched cold water.

But no one had noticed it in the past ten years.

My sister’s puzzled voice came. “Is the sun rising from the west? Why is Emily so quiet today?”

After that, she whispered to the nanny to come and keep an eye on me.

She was worried that I would secretly retaliate against her and deliberately ruin her expensive clothes.

My boyfriend, Kevin, then came in, carrying large and small bags of snacks in his hands, all of which were my sister’s favorites.

“Ivory, you are still very weak, go to bed!”

My sister seemed to realize something at this time, crying and saying that she had a headache and clamoring for Kevin to carry her to the bedroom upstairs.

When Kevin picked her up, he scolded me, “What are you doing? Come up and cover Ivory with a blanket!”

My sister was the little ancestor of the family. Everyone had to serve her and revolve around her, including me.

“Okay!”

I wiped my hands, lowered my head and followed them.

Today was May 21st. I had been waiting for this day for three years.

It was me who took the initiative to propose to Kevin and he reluctantly agreed.

I mentioned holding a wedding, but he was reluctant to do it because it was too troublesome. I compromised and agreed to just get the certificate. I didn’t expect that even such a small thing would be so difficult to accomplish.

He seemed to be fine and he responded to my sister’s requests in various ways, as if he had forgotten that I was standing in front of them.

Relatives knew that we got the certificate today and urged me to post the marriage certificate.

My sister said in the WhatsApp group: [Sorry, I fainted and my sister and Kevin didn’t get the marriage certificate.]

A relative commented: [You shouldn’t be like this! Don’t you have your parents to take care of you? Don’t delay the couple’s marriage certificate! Today is such a good day, it’s a pity to miss it!]

Kevin saw my sister’s eyes red and he was so distressed that he immediately said to the group: [It doesn’t matter what day we get the certificate, our little princess Ivory is the most important!]

My sister hugged Kevin’s arm affectionately and said with a smile, “Kevin treats me the best!”

My parents also came to her, asking about her well-being. The family was happy, but I was like an outsider who didn’t fit in.

I looked away and raised the corners of my lips in self-mockery.

Even unfamiliar relatives stood up for me, but my closest people turned a blind eye.

Originally, considering that my family needed to be taken care of and I was facing marriage, I declined the opportunity for my mentor to invite me to work abroad.

Now it seemed that I was being sentimental.

I left my sister’s room and continued to wash her clothes.

When I finished washing, dinner was already on the table.

Looking around, every dish on the table was spicy, which my sister liked.

I had a bad stomach and I got diarrhea when I ate spicy food, so I just lowered my head and ate rice as usual.

“Why don’t you say anything? Are you angry with me for delaying your marriage certificate? I didn’t mean it, I just had hypoglycemia and there was nothing I could do!”

She looked at me aggrievedly, looking cautious.

If I hadn’t seen her fierce and vicious appearance, I would really believe her hypocritical attitude.

I looked up and said lightly, “I don’t blame you! Maybe God is testing the relationship between me and Kevin!”

Mom snorted coldly and said, “I really don’t understand why you have to choose this day. It’s obvious that your horoscope conflicts with this day, don’t choose it next time.”

Dad and Kevin also agreed.

Next time?

There wouldn’t be a next time for us.

They had always been like this, blaming me for everything.

This day was obviously proposed by my sister.

She said that the number 521 was very romantic and was the most suitable for marriage.

In this family, I had reduced my presence to the minimum, but they were still not satisfied.

My sister’s favorite thing to do was to force my parents to choose between me and her.

She always won.

My sister said again, “Why don’t you eat a single bite of food? This is not okay. Others will think that our whole family is not good to you!”

After that, she “kindly” picked up a lot of food for me and piled it up in my bowl.

“Super delicious, try it!”

Looking at the oily peppers, my stomach churned and I stumbled to the bathroom to vomit.

Since I returned to this family ten years ago, my sister always tricked me into eating peppers.

My stomach was damaged and became very sensitive, but she still refused to let me go.

When I returned to the table, everyone had a gloomy face and blamed me for deliberately spoiling the fun and ruining their appetite.

The food was taken away by the nanny and I didn’t even have rice to eat.

I didn’t argue, I just said, “I won’t do it again.”

In another week, I would be leaving, there was nothing I couldn’t stand.

My mother saw that I was not in the right mood and symbolically said, “If you really don’t want to eat spicy food, don’t eat with us in the future.”

For ten years, if she had paid any attention to me, she would have known that I couldn’t eat spicy food.

But she only had my sister in her heart.

The four of them sat on the sofa and chatted, just like a close family.

And I returned to the storage room alone.

After a while, a scream came.

“Who cut my strawberry bear? Who?”

My sister rushed downstairs holding the strawberry bear that was cut into pieces, crying bitterly.

My parents and Kevin were panicking.

My father immediately sent Kevin out to buy an identical one. My mother hugged my sister in her arms, wiped her tears and whispered comfort.

They called the nanny to ask.

The nanny glanced at me with a guilty look. “I swear it wasn’t me who cut it!”

My sister raised her tearful eyes and glared at me fiercely. “Emily, it’s you again! It’s you again…”

She rushed over like crazy and strangled my neck fiercely.

“Are you a psychopath? You’ve ruined everything I’ve loved since I was little and you’re so proud of it, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t breathe and my face turned red, but my parents just looked at me coldly, with no intention of stopping me.

They must have thought I cut it.

I was so angry that I broke my sister’s fingers and pushed her.

She fell to the ground and cried even more sadly.

“What? You don’t even bother pretending? Are you bullying me in front of your parents?”

Who was bullying whom?

If I didn’t resist, she would strangle me to death.

My father came over with a dark face and slapped me twice.

“You are the elder sister, how can you do this to your own sister?”

I just pushed her, but it became an unforgivable mistake in the eyes of my parents.

This kind of thing had happened too many times in the past ten years and I had long been numb.

I was too lazy to argue, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and turned back to my room.

Kevin came back and after listening to my sister’s confession, he banged on the door and scolded me.

I picked up the remaining piece of drawing paper in the small iron box, feeling sad.

The little girl with a bright smile on it was me.

But in fact, I had not been able to smile since ten years ago.

My mother was in a hurry to give birth to me and my sister, so she invited my grandmother from her hometown.

My sister was crying and making trouble, which took away all my mother’s attention.

Others said that naughty girls would definitely have a bright future and my mother believed it. She asked my grandmother to take me back to her hometown to raise me, on the grounds of limited energy.

When I was three years old and it was time to go to kindergarten, my grandmother sent me back.

My sister saw my mother holding me, crying and rolling around, forcing my grandmother to take me away.

My grandmother’s health was getting worse and worse and my parents didn’t want me, so she had to foster me in the homes of neighbors and relatives.

Every morning, when I woke up, I would first think about whose home I was in.

They were all very nice to me, but they would secretly complain about my parents’ cold-bloodedness.

My parents only took my sister to the countryside to see me once.

My sister was curious about what the countryside was like, so they took her to play in the countryside and take a look at me.

My sister despised me for being unsophisticated and refused to let me hold her hand. She also questioned what qualifications I had to look exactly like her.

My grandmother asked them to take me home again, but they refused again on the grounds of limited energy.

It was not until my grandmother passed away and they returned to their hometown to attend the funeral that they reluctantly let me return to this home.

There were so many rooms in the magnificent three-story villa, but none of them was mine.

I took the initiative to sleep in the storage room.

My parents were obviously relieved.