Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1002:

How did Amya find out? It was clear now — deceiving her would be a challenge.

Amya didn’t wait for their response.

“Since you chose to abandon me, then from this moment on, don’t even think about looking for me again.”

Her cold tone struck like a sharp blade, and Troy’s temper flared in an instant, turning the tables.

“Did your boss brainwash you? We’re your parents, the ones that gave birth to you! You owe us! Even if we sold you, or gave you away, that’s our right, and you just need to obey.”

Mindy sighed deeply, her voice thick with the weight of false emotion, trying to twist the knife with words.

“Amya, you’re our daughter. We had no choice. Don’t you remember when you were a little girl and had that fever? I stayed up all night to care for you…”

Amya shut her eyes, the hot sting of tears welling up as they slid down her face.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten.

It was the rare moments of warmth from her parents that had once given her hope, sparked expectations.

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Yet, those moments had only deepened the chasm of disappointment. For over twenty years, each glimmer of love had been followed by a shadow of betrayal.

But now, Amya could no longer live in the illusion.

“Dad, Mom. This is the last time I’ll call you that. From now on, we are strangers.”noveldrama

Her grip on the phone tightened, her fingers turning white with tension.

“I will not pay your debts anymore. And don’t even think about forcing me to give you money. As adults, you two should learn to take responsibility for your own deeds,” she added, her words laced with finality.

Hearing that their cash cow was about to bolt, Troy and Mindy were dumbfounded, panic creeping into their voices.

“You dare? If you don’t fulfill your obligation to us, I’ll go to your company and make a scene!” Troy threatened, his voice rising in fury. “Your boss? She’s so young, and so rich. Who knows how she got her money! I don’t mind asking her to give me some money on your behalf.”

Mindy nudged him, a subtle reminder to reel in his anger.

With a cough, Mindy softened her tone, a calculated move to salvage something from the wreckage.

“Amya, if you want to cut ties, fine. But if you give us four hundred thousand, we’ll sever all connections and never ask you for another penny.”

Another four hundred thousand…

This number was like a price tag on her life.

One had sold her for four hundred thousand, whereas another had used it to give her a second chance at life.

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