Going Home

After putting the luggage away, I brought the two little kids back to the home that I hated. If it wasn't for my father and stepmother, I wouldn't have lost my son!

Every time I thought about this, I was filled with hatred.

When we got home, I took the two kids straight to the second floor.

If my father hadn't specifically called me a while ago to inform me that Peter was willing to break off the engagement, and that he needed me home to sign the annulment papers, I would never have stepped into this house again.

Suddenly, the lively Nicole pulled my hand and said, "Mommy, there are people fighting there."

I casually glanced over and saw a group of women surrounding another woman in the small parlor. They were punching and kicking her onto the floor.

However, when I took a closer look, the woman in the lead was my step-sister Shana, and the one who was beaten up was my aunt's younger sister, Sandy.

I hurried over and heard Shana scolding. "You bitch! How dare you praise that fat girl at my birthday party? You're just trying to ruin my fun, aren't you?"

Sandy held her head and sobbed as she explained, "I didn't. I only said that Luna would look better after she slimmed down. I didn't ruin your fun!"

"How dare you still deny it? Sisters, beat this bitch to death!" Shana glared and kicked her.

When Shana raised her hand and was about to slap Sandy again, I immediately lashed out at them. "Let's see who else dares to hit her!"

Thereafter, I stepped forward and grabbed Shana's wrist tightly.

"What are you doing! Let go!" Shana yelled.

I casually shook off her wrist and pushed past her to check on Sandy's injuries.

"Sandy, I'm here. Don't be afraid." I helped her to her feet, then scanned the other abusers.

Shana's eyes widened even more when she heard my voice. "You're Luna?" she said in disbelief. "The fat girl with the bastard child?"

I couldn't stand people calling my baby a 'bastard'. I raised my hand and slapped her.

I used a lot of strength to slap Shana.

Shana came back to her senses. She held her face and stared at me. "How dare you hit me? You're finished! I'm going to ask my parents to teach you a lesson, you little bitch!"

I sneered. "Heh, let's see who will have the last laugh."

After speaking, I reached out and slapped her again.

Seeing Shana's face rapidly swell, I felt a little better and laughed.

"Look at yourself. You're the pig, aren't you?"

After sending Sandy off, I told my two babies to wait for me outside the study on the second floor.

As soon as I walked through the door, I saw my father frowning at me. I sneered and asked, "Where's the annulment letter? Take it out."

"Luna, you still don't know your place!" My father immediately became angry.

My stepmother added fuel to the fire. "How uneducated."

I ignored them and knocked on the table. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Only then did my stepmother reluctantly throw a piece of paper at me. I stared at it.

Written on it were the terms of the annulment, which was to voluntarily allocate my mother's inheritance as a dowry for Shana.

They kicked me out of the house, took my son, and are now aiming to take away my mother's inheritance?

"I do not accept the terms," I said coldly.

Father's expression changed. "You messed around outside, causing Shana to be laughed at all the time over the years. Think of it as you making it up to Shana."