My Alpha Family Faked Their Deaths to Punish Me? Well… See What Your ‘Punishment’ Has Destroyed Chapter 08

My Alpha Family Faked Their Deaths to Punish Me? Well… See What Your ‘Punishment’ Has Destroyed Chapter 08

I wiped my tears, but new ones came just as fast.

As if they’d never stop, never run dry.

Later, Tessa made a trip to Europe and brought back several specialists for me.

My parents tried everything to cheer me up, showering me with an endless stream of gifts, each more expensive than the last.

Anything I so much as glanced at, they’d buy on the spot.

But I didn’t want any of it.

It was all so absurd. After five years of torment, they were suddenly smothering me with tenderness.

My body was slowly recovering, but my mind was withering.

The longer I stayed in the mansion, the more agitated I became.

The very things I had once craved—gifts, attention, and parental affection—now felt like a heavy noose tightening around my neck.

On Christmas Day, my mother carefully prepared a lavish holiday feast, tailoring every dish to my exact preferences.

But I could barely manage a few bites before I started throwing up.

My mother’s eyes reddened with guilt.

“I… I barely used any oil. Is it still too rich for you?”

On what should have been a festive day, they panicked and called two healers over to examine me.

The conclusion was grim: my depression had become so severe that it was manifesting physically.

The sudden crying spells, the nausea, and the vomiting were all physical symptoms of my mental distress.

The entire family went on high alert, terrified that a single lapse in supervision would lead to me taking my own life.

From that day on, Tessa stopped going to the office entirely, and even my father spent every spare moment at home.

They thought their presence could make up for the five years they’d taken from me.

What they didn’t realize was that they were the reason I was depressed in the first place.

No one truly wants to die.

Even with severe depression, I kept forcing myself to hold on.

So, sitting at the next Christmas dinner table a year later, I finally voiced my desire to leave the pack.

“I need some time away. Somewhere new, somewhere I can breathe. Please, just let me vanish for a while.”

A heavy silence fell over the room before my mother burst into tears.

“Raina, you still blame us, don’t you?”

“You’re sick, yet you want to run away from us. How could your father and I ever feel at ease?”

Tessa cut in immediately. “I’ll go with her. I’ll keep my distance, as long as I can see that she’s safe!”

“No.” I shook my head. “I want to go alone. No one follows.”

They opened their mouths to argue, but my deteriorating condition was clear to everyone.

Leaving the country, away from them, might just be the best remedy.

Finally, my father gave a slow nod.

“If you want to go, then go. We won’t follow you. But no matter how long you stay away, you must keep your phone line open.”

His voice sounded entirely defeated.

“At the very least, let us know you’re still alive…”

After a brief hesitation, I nodded.

After Christmas, I booked a flight to another country.

They drove me to the airport, and Tessa gripped the handle of my suitcase, reluctant to let go.

“Call me the second you land. And tell me if you ever run low on money.”

“Okay.”

I took the suitcase from her grip and walked through the security gate.

I never looked back, not even as I boarded the plane.

I couldn’t bring myself to forgive them right now.

But I was trying, fighting to make peace with myself and heal the deep scars left by those five years.

There was still hope ahead.