My Family Faked the Apocalypse and Watched Me Die Chapter 02

My Family Faked the Apocalypse and Watched Me Die Chapter 02

The comments flooded in with abuse.

“I heard this woman is the nanny’s daughter. She stole Miss Bennett’s husband and son, and now she’s trying to steal her identity too!”

“Thank goodness her brother stood up for the real heiress and locked this bitch in the basement.”

“She’s disgusting. She deserves to die! The world would be better off without her!”

Every filthy comment made my heart grow colder.

The truth was…

Chloe was the nanny’s daughter.

When we were babies, her mother deliberately switched us.

I grew up in the countryside, enduring endless beatings and abuse, until my real parents found me.

But on the way back, they died in a car crash.

From that day forward, Ethan hated me.

From that day forward, Ethan hated me.

“If you hadn’t insisted on coming back, Mom and Dad would’ve never died!”

Blinded by hatred and prejudice, he always took Chloe’s side.

Once, I rolled up my sleeves and showed him the scars from years of abuse.

He only sneered.

“Liar! Those scars are fake! You’re just trying to frame Chloe’s mother!”

Another time, Chloe deliberately cut up one of her own dresses and burst into tears, accusing me of ruining it.

Ethan didn’t even bother asking what had happened.

He tore every piece of clothing I owned to shreds. Then he locked me in solitary confinement for three days and three nights.

With Ethan constantly protecting her, Chloe only became bolder.

She framed me again and again.

Eventually, Ethan lost every ounce of patience with me. All that remained was disgust.

“Evelyn Bennett. Why couldn’t you have been the one who died? I should’ve never brought you home!”

Yet he seems to have forgotten: it was his own heedless play that allowed the nanny to swap me for another in the first place.

Looking at the smile on Ethan’s face now, it felt like a knife twisting through my heart.

Owen tapped on the most-viewed video.

It showed me kneeling on the floor.

To save drinking water for Ryan and Owen, I’d licked at the droplets seeping from the pipe.

The water was filthy. Brown with rust.

Yet I drank it desperately, as though it were the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.

The livestream comments mocked me mercilessly.

They laughed at how filthy and pathetic I was. They couldn’t believe anyone would drink rusty water.

Tears instantly blurred my vision.

There should’ve been enough water for all three of us.

But Owen had insisted on drinking ice-cold soda. He’d deliberately knocked over one of our bottles of water.

By the time I found it, the water had already soaked into the ground. There was nothing left except the rust dripping from the pipe.

Back then, Ryan and Owen had only looked at me with annoyance.

“It’s just one bottle of water. Did you really have to make such a big deal out of it?”

What they never knew was that every sip I gave up meant they could survive a little longer.

All I had in my head was love. Sacrifice.

But in Ryan’s and Owen’s eyes, I was spineless. Pathetic. Without dignity.

From the very beginning, every single one of them had been lying to me.

They hid behind their screens, watching me struggle like a dying animal, watching me throw away every shred of pride just to survive.

Then they uploaded those videos for the whole internet to laugh at. They turned my suffering into entertainment.

My throat tightened. I’d never felt so utterly hopeless.

Suddenly, someone in the livestream comments noticed something strange.

“Wait… did the video freeze? Why’s she been lying in the corner without moving?”

Ethan and Ryan froze.

Ryan quickly enlarged today’s surveillance footage.

The next second, they saw me lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Their faces drained of color.

“Evelyn!”