I Let Go Of Love And They Finally Cared Novel by Rely _ Novel




I Let Go Of Love And They Finally Cared Chapter 01

I'd visited the fabled Magic Trade Shop and traded away my ability to love in exchange for a second chance at life.
Watching my parents bring their adopted daughter through the front door again, I felt none of the uncontrollable rage that had consumed me in my previous life.
In this life, I no longer gave a damn about my parents' cold shoulders, my brother's resentment, or my fiancé's betrayal.
I thought this was exactly what they had wanted, but why did they hold me tight and cry their eyes out?
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"Laurel, why are you spacing out? Your new sister is almost here. Let's go downstairs and meet her."
Hearing my original name after so long made me freeze.
Nobody had called me that in six or seven years.
I turned to my older brother, Maddox Wilford.
Sure enough, he had returned to his twelve-year-old self.
He stood there in a tailored suit, looking down the stairs with eager anticipation as he linked his arm with mine.
My gaze dropped to his long, clean fingers.
And all I could think about was the stinging red mark that exact hand would leave across my face years from now when he slapped me.
Frowning, I yanked my arm away.
Maddox's smile froze, and he looked at me in confusion.
"Laurie, what's wrong?" he wondered.
Before I could respond, the front door opened, and our parents' voices drifted up the stairwell.
"Madd! Laurie! Come down! We brought Katie home."
Maddox's eyes lit up. Without another glance at me, he rushed down the stairs alone.
I stayed put at the top of the stairs, looking down at the happy family of four.
Then I pressed a hand over my chest.
Strangely enough, all I felt was a faint tingling sensation.
That sharp, agonizing pain that used to rip through me was completely gone.
Maddox and I were twins.
For the first twelve years of our lives, we had been the only children in the family.
Having both a son and a daughter was considered a massive blessing, so our parents and relatives doted on us endlessly.
Even though Maddox was only two hours older, he played the fiercely protective big brother to perfection, always indulging me, always giving in, spoiling me without restraint.
Somebody once joked to my dad, "With your daughter's awful temper, it's a good thing she got engaged to Jonathon so early. Otherwise, I doubt anyone would wanna marry her when she grows up."
My dad had immediately scowled.
"My daughter wasn't born just to be married off," he snapped. "Even if she never marries, she can stay at home her entire life. I can more than afford to provide for her."
Mom and Maddox said nothing, but after that, they only spoiled me more, showering me with even greater affection and increasingly extravagant gifts.
Back then, a six-hundred-thousand-dollar emerald bracelet was nothing more than a routine birthday present.
It was also the last birthday present they ever gave me.
When I was twelve, one of my dad's old Army friends passed away from an illness.
Before he died, he entrusted his only daughter, Katrina, to my dad's care.
That girl became my adopted sister.
From that day forward, my family slowly stopped spoiling me, trusting me, and even paying attention to me.
I admitted that I hated her.
And I was jealous of her.
I hated that she only had to shed a single tear to send my entire family into a full-blown panic, rushing over to comfort her.
I hated how, little by little, she took everything that had once belonged to me.
I grew increasingly obsessive and paranoid.
My temper grew worse and worse, my behavior spiraling completely out of control.
The breaking point finally hit at my eighteenth birthday party.
I stepped into the garden—and saw her kissing my fiancé, Jonathon Hatley.
I completely lost it, confronting my parents, my brother, and the man I loved.
"Why did you do this to me?" I screamed.
But they just stared back at me with matching looks of profound disappointment.
"Do you hear yourself? You're like a maniac."
I started laughing until tears streamed down my face.
A crushing pain exploded in my chest, making my entire body tremble.
I grabbed a knife and lunged at Katrina, but Maddox kicked me backward, sending me crashing into a rosebush covered in sharp thorns.
They all crowded around Katrina, shielding her and coaxing her to stop crying.
Nobody seemed to care that the "weapon" in my hand was just a plastic cake cutter.
Later, my parents had me committed to a psychiatric hospital, insisting I was mentally unstable.
Maddox's kick must have caused internal injuries, because I couldn't stop coughing up blood.
I begged the doctors over and over again to call my parents, but they never answered.
Finally, after one last round of electroshock therapy, my body gave out, and I died.
That was when I found the fabled Magic Trade Shop.
There, I traded away all my emotions and my capacity to love for a chance to do my life over.

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