I Cheered When My Mom Married a Rich Heir

Gordon’s post sparked a wave of lively discussion online.

[A wealthy heir is looking for a woman online with a bracelet? This is just like a fairytale!]

[Emery Chase? What a pedestrian name! Hurry and save her from poverty!]

[Please! Please find her soon! With her name, it shouldn’t be hard to find her at all.]

The trending headline online was:

[Looking for Cinderella.]

Soon, someone found a photo of me from my school days.

[Wow, she’s gorgeous! It’s no wonder our golden boy can’t forget her!]

[I know her! She’s from my high school. Her house is just by Birch Road.]

[We found her! Someone tag Gordon quick!]

My old photo was so full of youth. Then, I glanced at my rapidly aging face in the mirror and felt a wave of terror.

In the end, I ran over to Harriet and asked tentatively, “Mom, why do you look younger while I look older? What skincare routine do you follow? Can’t you teach me?”

Looking pleased, Harriet continued to apply her skincare products. When she heard my words, she shot me an impatient glance.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch a man? You’ll turn older faster if you do. It’s your own fault for not listening to me! See how it turned out? You deserve what you got!”

She was lying to me. That was not the case at all.

In the previous timeline, I had obeyed her, but I had grown older all the same.

I watched as the skin where she applied the skincare product got fairer and smoother.

I looked at my reflection again. The spots were getting bigger.

I could not handle it anymore and broke the mirror.

Harriet shrieked and yelled, “You little wretch, are you throwing a tantrum?”

I ignored her and went back to my room. I dumped all of my skincare products that were on my table into the trash.

Since any skincare routine I followed would benefit only her, there was no point in putting any of that stuff on my face.

Not only was I going to ignore my skincare routine, but I would also consciously focus on getting uglier and fatter.

That should show her that she could not use me.

I intentionally used makeup of poor quality on my face, and my skin immediately reacted badly. It reddened and swelled up.

I stopped learning dance moves and ate and drank freely. My figure became bloated and fat.

During this time, I observed my mother. Soon, I realized that nothing I did caused any change in her. She was still getting younger and prettier.

Harriet had transformed so much that people might actually believe her if she said she was eighteen years old.

When my dad came home and saw me, he cursed and said, “You useless wretch, how did you end up looking like that?”

Cursing at me did not appease his anger, so he hit me.

“You’re nothing but bad luck! Gordon Frost is going to visit and find you like this! You’d better start dieting right now. Do you honestly think he’d still want you looking like that? And if he dumps you, you’ll ruin your brother’s shot at a wealthy future. If you dare mess that up, I swear I’ll kill you!”

Harriet seemed unaffected, even when she saw that he hit me. She casually put on a face mask and said coolly, “Did you catch something from sleeping around? Is that why you look like this now? You’d better go for a checkup at the hospital.”

I gritted my teeth and endured every hit Warren threw at me.

I limped back to my room and found the cufflinks. I took a picture of them, posted it online, and tagged Gordon.