The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 04

The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 04

The Colon family threw a massive, lavish party for Reese’s birthday.

Invitations went out to every prominent name in the city, and Mrs. Colon forced me to attend.

“If you don’t go, what will people think of us? That our biological daughter is too shameful to be seen?”

At the venue, Reese took the stage, shedding tears as she thanked the Colons for raising her for twenty years.

The guests praised her warmly. “Such a thoughtful girl. She’s more devoted than a real daughter.”

Someone glanced at me sitting in the corner and whispered, “Is that the real one? She looks like a total block of wood.”

“Raised in the sticks. She doesn’t belong at a proper event like this.”

Javier stayed glued to Reese’s side the entire evening, wiping her tears and holding the microphone for her with a tender gaze.

I sat in the dark corner, leaving my red wine completely untouched.

The roaring crowd felt like a suffocating wave.

I left the party early and returned to my room.

When I pushed the door open, I froze.

My desk had been completely ransacked, and every drawer was pulled open.

I rushed over to the nightstand.

The ruby bracelet Grandma left me was gone.

I sprinted back to the ballroom.

In the middle of the crowd, Reese was holding the vibrant ruby bracelet up to the light.

She smiled at her friends. “My sister lent it to me. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Give it back,” I said, my voice trembling as I walked up to her.

Reese gasped in surprise, and her grip slipped.

The ruby bracelet crashed onto the marble floor.

It shattered into pieces.

The entire room fell dead silent.

Tears immediately flooded Reese’s eyes. “Zuri… I didn’t mean to…”

The guests began whispering, staring at me like I was a lunatic.

Javier walked over, glancing carelessly at the fragments on the floor. “It’s just a bracelet, Zuri. Is this really necessary?”

I knelt down, picking up the broken shards one by one.

The sharp edges sliced into my fingers, my blood dripping onto the stones, but I felt absolutely nothing.

“My grandmother left this to me,” my voice shook. “Her very last words to me were to keep it safe.”

Javier’s expression shifted.

He knew better than anyone what Grandma meant to me, because he had been right there with me when she passed away.

But Reese started sobbing even harder, burying herself in his chest.

He hesitated for a second, then wrapped his arms around her anyway, murmuring softly, “There, there. I’ll have someone buy you a much better one.”

Mrs. Colon walked over. “Zuri, your sister didn’t do it on purpose. Stop being so petty.”

Mr. Colon frowned. “Enough. It’s just a bracelet. It’s broken now. We’ll buy you a similar one later.”

I stood up, gripping the broken shards tightly in my palm.

Then I walked straight up to Reese.

I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Smack!

The ballroom erupted into chaos.

The next second, Javier lunged forward, grabbing my wrist while his other hand swung around.

Smack!

He slapped me back.

My face burned with a stinging pain, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

Javier’s eyes were ice cold. “Zuri, you’ve gone too far!”

[Oh my god! That was the only thing her grandmother left her!]

[Is the ML even human? He knew exactly what it meant to her!]

[I actually get the villainess now! Anyone would lose their mind!]

I wiped the blood from my mouth without crying or throwing a tantrum.

I carefully wrapped the broken shards and tucked them safely into my pocket.

“I have officially paid you back for your kindness,” I said, looking at Javier.

Then I turned to Mr. and Mrs. Colon. “I don’t want this family anymore.”

I turned around and walked out of the ballroom.

Behind me, Mrs. Colon’s voice rang out, “Leave, then! And don’t come back!”

My phone buzzed continuously in my pocket.

Javier sent me a transfer. [Don’t be mad.]

Mr. and Mrs. Colon each wired a large sum, adding the note: [Compensation].

I accepted every single dollar.

The next morning, I went to the clinic alone for the abortion.

I signed the consent form, changed into the hospital gown, and lay down on the operating table.

The doctor asked, “Is there any family here with you?”

“No.”

The procedure was over quickly.

When it finished, I walked out of the clinic pale and drained, holding two pieces of paper.

One was an ultrasound showing I was eight weeks pregnant.

The other was the signed abortion consent form.

When I got back to the Colon Manor, it was completely empty.

I took one final look at this freezing cold “home,” grabbed my suitcase, and left.

At the airport departure lounge, I pulled out my phone and opened my chat with Javier.

I typed out a final message: [Javier, your debt of kindness has been fully paid with five years of my youth and one human life. From this moment on, we are even.]

I attached the photos of the two medical documents.

I hit send.

Then I blocked him and turned the phone off.

I popped the SIM card out and tossed it into a trash can.

The intercom echoed through the terminal: [Flight to London is now boarding…]

I stood up and walked toward the gate without looking back.