Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: 315-It Was A Hard Life

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Flashback:

"Look at her. She still has the nerve to show up here."

The same neighbor I used to work with grunted when she spotted me at the bakery.

I had a fever and had finally gone out to buy myself a loaf of bread.

I had locked myself inside for a week, terrified of going out and having people recognize me, only to mock me.

But my body was growing weaker, and I needed food so I could take some medicine.

I kept my head down as I approached the counter, my hands trembling as I prepared to spend the last of my savings.

"What are you doing here? Hmm?"

When I didn’t answer, the woman finally decided to confront me.

"I don’t want any trouble," I whispered, keeping my gaze lowered. "I just want to get some food."

I was speaking to Mrs. Smith, the same woman I used to work with and serve at the balls.

"Oh, look at this shameless slut. Her brother raped and harassed an innocent woman, and she’s worried about filling her fat belly."

As Mrs. Smith said this to the woman behind the counter, she slapped my stomach, making it jiggle.

Humiliation burned through me when the two other customers started laughing.

I glanced at them before turning back to the woman behind the counter.

"Can I please get a loaf of bread?" I asked, pointing toward it.

"Why? Hasn’t your brother done enough?" the woman behind the counter hissed.

"And she’s so shameless. She doesn’t care about anything. Not once has she knocked on our doors to apologize for her brother’s actions, but she comes out now just to buy herself a fancy meal, go home, and enjoy it while the rest of the female population suffers because of men like her brother."

Mrs. Smith kept ranting as she snatched the bag from my hand.

Then she grabbed my ponytail and yanked me toward her.

"Please, let me go," I begged the moment I realized the crowd was becoming more aggressive.

"I say we strip her naked, just like we did to her brother."

The creepy old man who always sat at the corner down the road, harassing and catcalling women, shouted the suggestion.

Of course, it was his own sick desire.

"I think he’s right. Her brother’s soul will writhe in the grave when he finds out his own sister has suffered the same humiliation."

Mrs. Smith agreed and immediately reached for my neckline.

She yanked at it so hard that my dress tore, exposing my bra.

I quickly covered my chest with one hand while scratching at hers with the other, trying to free my hair.

The moment I broke free, I ran for the exit.

But the old man stuck out his leg, and I tripped, falling face-first and tumbling down the steps before landing on the road.

Laughter erupted around me as I pushed myself back onto my feet, clutching the torn neckline of my dress closed.

"I say we punish her!" another woman shouted.

It felt as though they had been waiting all week for me to leave my house.

I ran.

The mob chased after me.

At every turn and every corner, I was terrified that someone would be waiting there to catch me and that videos of what happened would end up going viral too.

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