I've Accumulated Enough Disappointment, And Now I Leaving My Family

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.