From the moment I was born, my mother despised me for looking like my father. After my dad’s tragic death, she focused on finding a wealthy partner, Mike, and hid me away, claiming I was a burden. When Mike discovered me, he embraced me as his own, but my mother’s resentment only grew.

After marrying Mike and having twins, my mom’s treatment of me became cruel. She openly mocked my appearance, saying I ruined family photos. Whenever Mike was around, she acted nice, but once he left, the abuse resumed. As my sisters grew older, they joined in on the ridicule.

At 18, I moved out, staying in touch with Mike, who became my only support. One day, I learned he was hospitalized with stage three cancer. I rushed to see him, only to find my mother abandoning him because he was sick and broke.

Determined to care for Mike, I took a part-time job, lying to him about why my mother and sisters weren’t visiting. When Mike passed away, I was devastated, and my family didn’t even attend the funeral.

Later, I received a shocking revelation: Mike had left all his savings and property to me, knowing my mother’s true nature. When she learned of the inheritance, she attempted to reconcile, but I rejected her.

“Stay away!” I shouted. Some people don’t deserve to be parents, and my mother was a perfect example.