The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Isn’t That Just Human?

Tilda had been forced to break her own wings, crush her own pride.

And what did she get in return?

Depression, self–harm, suicide, a life wasted on denying herself, and Kyla killing her in a fire.

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The Jensons, all of them, just stood together in their distrust and contempt, and left her to burn alive in those flames, not even looking back once.

Tilda wondered if they knew what it felt like when fire ate through your skin, your flesh, your bones, your eyes, your mouth, and your tongue, burning you away inch by inch?

When you wanted so badly to live, but couldn’t.

When you wanted so badly to die, but even death wouldn’t come.

When all you could do was beg for it to end faster, just to escape the pain of being burned alive.

And worse than the fire was Russell’s kick.

That one cruel kick to her stomach.

The same stomach that had once taken a bullet for him, saving his life.

She had hovered at death’s edge more than once, her body covered in scars that never went away.

Every winter, those scars throbbed, sharp and deep.

Back then, she couldn’t even use the bathroom on her own–she needed a hospital colostomy bag.

She endured every strange stare, every smirk from her brothers, and the open disgust in Russell and Blair’s

eyes…

“Tilda?”

Andy’s worried gaze caught her laughter as it spun out of control.

He knew his gut was right.

Buried in that laugh was sadness so heavy it couldn’t be hidden.

Blair panicked when she heard Tilda’s maniacal laughter. “Tilda, why are you laughing? Am I wrong?”

“So I was wrong. I was wrong this whole time.

“I thought you just didn’t like me. That you didn’t want me back with the Jensons. That’s why you stood by, cold and silent, while I was being tortured.

“But I never thought that you actually believed it was normal. Every wound I got, every scar, every betrayal -you thought it was what I deserved.

Chapter 65 Isn’t That Just Human?

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“Blair, listen to me. You think being a Jenson daughter is some great reward? To me, it’s worth less than dirt.

“This time, I’ll see you in court. I’ll make sure you pay.”

Her words weren’t angry,

They were calm–so calm it was scary, even to her.

Her heart had already turned to ice, frozen beyond anyone’s reach.

And inside that numbness, she felt peace.

Like this, she couldn’t be hurt anymore. Not by this cruel family.

“If you want to brand yourself as the mother who fought against the world to get her daughter back, then ask yourself–do your actions live up to that image you’ve painted?”

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