From Unwanted To Dominator: Her Comeback! Chapter 08

From Unwanted To Dominator: Her Comeback! Chapter 08

Chapter 8 I Don’t Like Pink Anymore

When I turned 18, I got into the nation’s top university-with the highest score in the entire district.

Neighbors looked at me like I was solid gold.

Praise rolled through town like a summer wind-from the south gate all the way to the north market.

Wren cried when she heard the news. “You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever known,” she said, hugging me so tight I could feel her heartbeat.

Overwhelming praise and rewards became the norm for me during that time.

Grandpa threw a party for me.

Relatives and friends came from everywhere-but Mom and Dad didn’t show up.

“Annie, your sister’s been really down lately. I have to stay with her. I won’t make it to your banquet in the countryside. But don’t worry-we’ll throw you a proper one in Jinglu City once you’re back.”

I wasn’t surprised. She’d missed every important moment in my life-from childhood on.

She probably didn’t want to come back-likely because Jasmine only ended up at community college, and she was afraid my success would make Jasmine feel insecure… or worse, that relatives would start comparing

She always protected Jasmine’s feelings.

Two weeks before university started, I returned to Jinglu City.

Their new house was huge.

Mom greeted me with a smile stretched too wide.

“I’ve set up your room!” she announced proudly. “Come see-I remembered you loved pink as a kid. Everything’s pink!”

Pink.

I saw it instantly-the six-year-old me, standing in that cold living room, dress torn open, sobbing on the floor while Mom held Jasmine like a treasure.

After that day, I never wore pink again.

I opened the suitcase without a word. Everywhere I looked-green.

“Mom,” I said softly, “I don’t like pink anymore.”

Her smile froze. Her voice dropped, thin and strained.

“What do you mean… you don’t like pink?”

“I grew up.”

She understood.

Her face twisted into something ugly, wounded, furious.

Dad came home, found out about the mess, and immediately offered to fix it-with a party, of course. A “proper” celebration for my acceptance, this time.

I declined.

That was the second time I’d refused them.

Mom exploded.

“Annie! What is wrong with you? So we missed your little party in the village-do you have to act like this? We’re your parents!”

Compared to Mom’s explosive anger, I looked completely calm.

“Mom,” I said evenly, “my school is in Holloway County. My friends are there. My life is there. Who exactly would come to a banquet for me here-in a city where no one even knows my name?”

My question left her speechless-chin jutted out, but not a word came out.