My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

In truth, I’ve always known that my parents didn’t love me.

They even divorced once because of me.

The year I was born, my father happened to lose his job.

From that moment on, he saw me as a bearer of bad luck.

“She brought nothing but misfortune to me! Ever since she was born, nothing has gone right for me. I swear, she’s cursed me from the day she came into this world!”

Ever since I could remember, my father has always said things like that in front of me.

His gaze was filled with disgust and disdain, and there was even a trace of hatred.

That resentment, fed by his poverty, slowly grew inside him, taking root like a demon he could no longer control.

One day, he finally placed his hands around my neck, gritting his teeth as he tightened his grip.

Though I was young and didn’t understand death, I had already learned to read people’s expressions.

The look in my father’s eyes filled me with endless fear, and I instinctively began to cry, drawing my mother from the kitchen where she had been cooking.

“Are you out of your mind? She’s your daughter!”

At that time, my mother still defended me.

But like me, she was fragile.

Her scolding only made my father angrier, and the two of them started a vicious argument in front of me, as though they were bitter enemies.

My father didn’t even care that my mother was pregnant with their second child. He swung his arm and slapped her hard across the face.

“How dare you defy me? You think you’ve had enough of this life? Don’t forget who’s been providing for you all these years. You live off me, and you dare speak to me like that? If I’d known you were this useless, I never would’ve married you!”

My mother was stunned by the slap, and his words cut into her like knives.

I ran over and clung to my father’s leg, crying and begging him not to hit her.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have made you angry, Dad. Mom still has my little sister in her belly—you can’t hurt her…”

But somehow, my words only fueled his rage. Instead of calming down, he became even more furious.

“You can’t even give me a son! Are you really a woman?”

My mother’s eyes widened, and she sat on the floor, convulsing and screaming like a madwoman.

“Jack, you’re a monster! I’m divorcing you!”

“Fine, let’s get divorced! I’ve had enough of this miserable life!”

At that moment, our family completely fell apart.

Since my mother was the one to ask for the divorce, and their relationship had clearly broken down, the court approved their request.

However, they couldn’t agree on who would take custody of me, and the dispute ended up in court.

“You gave birth to that useless girl, why don’t you take her? I’m in the middle of starting my business. I have no money, no time—I’m definitely not raising her!”

“Jack, have you no heart? I’m pregnant and don’t have an income. How do you expect me to take care of her?”

“I don’t care! You two can go beg on the streets for all I care. With so many kind people around, someone’s bound to take pity on you!”

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They shouted at each other until their faces turned red, neither willing to back down.

I sat on a chair, my head bowed, tears streaming down my face.

In the end, the judge granted custody to my father.

At first, my father didn’t want me, but when my mother agreed to send regular child support, he reluctantly accepted.

As soon as we left the courthouse, he found a shady driver and sent me off to my uncle’s house in the countryside.

“Raise her however you want. Feed her pig slop if you like. If she starves to death, it’s her own bad luck,” he instructed the driver to tell my uncle.

So, you can imagine what kind of life I led after I arrived in the countryside.

My very existence was a mistake from the start.

But even so, every night when I dreamed, I couldn’t help but think about my mother and the little baby in her belly.

What I didn’t expect was that, three months after I returned to the countryside, my parents remarried.

Because my sister was born.

I thought, since she was a daughter like me, she wouldn’t be loved by my father either.

But to my surprise, she easily became the apple of his eye.

Because the day she was born, my father’s business finally succeeded.

Compared to me, the bad-luck child, she was my father’s lucky star.

And I, inevitably, would always be the one they abandoned.

Just like now, when the company faced a financial crisis and they needed a daughter to marry a billionaire as a second wife, I was the first person they thought of.