His Family's Poison, Her Sweet Revenge

The sterile scent of a hospital clung to me, even in my own sun-drenched room.

Today was the presentation, the day my life was supposed to begin.

Instead, it ended.

Memories, sharp and brutal, flooded back: me, confidently presenting my skyscraper design.

Then, the fatal error: File Not Found.

My mother, Eleanor, fussing over my desk the night before, "accidentally" deleting everything.

My father, Richard, dismissing my tears, "Listen to your mother. She knows what's best."

My brother, Liam, smirking, "A skyscraper isn' t as important as Mom, is it?"