I Pretended To Leave For London, Then Caught My Family Breaking Into My Apartment

stepped backward.

I didn’t confront them.

I didn’t scream.

I didn’t cry.

Because I already knew what would happen.

They would deny everything.

My mother would cry.

My father would accuse me of overreacting.

Chloe would somehow become the victim.

So I walked away.

I left the mansion in Oakridge Hills, got into my car, and drove straight to Riverside Park.

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