My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 30

Maybe that was for the best.

I had already cried too many times because of Paul in the past few days.

From now on, I probably wouldn't shed another tear for him or let him break my heart again.

That evening, the mutual friends' group chat became lively all of a sudden.

Paul sent a message:

"Suddenly feel like getting married. What should I do?"

The group chat instantly exploded.

"Paul, are you finally going to marry Grace?"

"Time to start calling her sister-in-law, huh?"

Everyone began tagging me in their messages, "Congrats, sis-in-law! Are you going to give us big red envelopes?"

"Paul, when are you inviting us to your wedding with Grace?"

The chat was a chaotic mess, with messages flooding in one after another.

I was about to send a message to clarify.

I wasn't their sister-in-law.

Paul wasn't planning to marry me.

But Paul was faster than me.

"What nonsense are you all talking about?"

"I never said I wanted to marry Grace."

Then, he added Helen to the group.

Tagging everyone, he wrote, "Take a good look, this is your real sister-in-law."

The noisy group chat fell silent.

For a long while, no one said anything.

Paul, "Why is everyone so quiet?"

"Say hello to your sister-in-law."

Gradually, people started sending sparse greetings to Helen.

I thought about it for a moment and decided to send one last message.

"Congratulations. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness."

After that, I left the group chat without looking back.

I had just left the group chat when Paul's call came through.

"Grace, come over right now."

"Where to?"

"You know where. The usual place."

"What's this about?"

"To apologize to Helen."

"Why should I apologize?"

"You suddenly left the group chat. Do you know what the others might think of her because of that?"

Paul's tone was harsh, almost domineering.

"I don't want anyone slandering Helen."

I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want my mother to feel sorrow for me, even in the afterlife.

Once her death anniversary had passed, I would take the keepsakes she had left me and leave Capital City forever.

I would never return to this place again.

Helen had moved into my room.

As for me, I didn't move into hers.

Instead, I found a random guest room and settled there for the time being.

The bedding the servants had prepared for me was cold and damp.

I didn't even bother fixing it and just lay down fully clothed.

After all, there were only a few days left.

I just had to endure, and then everything would finally be over.

The next morning, as I walked downstairs, I saw a scene that made my blood boil.

In the side hall, where my mother's memorial photo and offerings were placed, chaos reigned.

Her picture had been thrown to the ground, the frame shattered, and the photograph itself was smeared with muddy footprints.

The once-smiling image of my mother now seemed to cry out in pain as she looked at me.

Offerings were scattered all over, and Helen's pet dog was chewing on them.

Helen stood off to the side, clapping her hands in delight.

I froze, feeling all the blood in my body rush to my head.

Every shred of reason, every ounce of patience I had tried to hold onto, disappeared.

Like a madwoman, I grabbed a vase and hurled it at the dog.