Dad’s Brain Cancer

Summary

Opening my eyes, I was back in my childhood bedroom. I had returned to the day my father lied about having terminal brain cancer.

This time, I saw through him. In my past life, he had fabricated the illness to steal the college fund my late mother left me. He vanished for a year, while I survived on instant noodles and menial jobs, fearing his medical expenses.

He returned with a new wife and a baby boy, claiming she had funded his "recovery." I was forced into servitude as their live-in maid, catering to my pampered brother.