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The day when I finally left confinement, the rain came down in buckets.
Katrina showed up at my doorstep, drenched to the bone, begging me to take her in.
She said her parents were planning to sell her to some fool in the village for a dowry of 200 thousand dollars, and now I was the only one who could save her. She didn’t care if it meant becoming a maid at my house. She just needed a way out.
Katrina was my best friend. How could I let her fall into that mess?
So, I let her stay. I even gave her parents two million dollars to settle things for good. Since she was studying medicine, I asked her to help me with my health.
In the beginning, my husband was always traveling, and with her around, I felt a lot better emotionally.
I never actually made her do maid work, though. Instead, I gave her a card to spend however she wanted.
But over time, things started feeling off.
The servants at home began ignoring my orders. Even something as simple as wanting a snack would have to go through Katrina first.
My husband started taking Katrina with him on business trips, and then my son, who had just started speaking, called her “Mom” before he called me.
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My husband told me Katrina was my best friend and that he’d asked the servants to go through her for anything, so I could take my time to recover. As for our son, he was too didn’t understand a thing, so it was normal for him to call her “Mom.” I was his biological mother, and that was never going to change.
I believed him.
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When Katrina saw I was getting suspicious, she acted all hurt and said she was thinking of leaving. I figured I was just being paranoid, so I apologized to her and agreed to her suggestion of attending some company events in my place.
The company was my parents‘ legacy, and as the CEO, I had to show up at these events.
But I couldn’t, since I was sick, so having her step in seemed like a good idea.
Back then, I thought I was the happiest woman alive. My kid was well–behaved, my husband loved me, and my best friend was so thoughtful.
But over time, my health kept deteriorating, and Katrina started more openly suggesting she go on business trips with my husband.
The breaking point came when I forgot to take the medicine that she had prepared for me. That was when I found out about their affair.
When they realized they couldn’t cover it up anymore, they worked together to have me committed to a psychiatric hospital.
I still remember the agony before I died, my skin rotting away, t
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pain unbearable. Katrina, in her high heels, had pressed them into my face, cursing, “Hailey, if you kept pretending to be deaf and dumb, I might’ve spared you and let you rot away in this mental hospital. But you had to go and make things worse!”
I shuddered, remembering the pain.
But maybe fate had another plan because this time… I had a
second chance.
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