My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 64

In my past life, my parents divorced. My brother followed our wealthy father, while I stayed with my penniless mother.

Little did I know, our father went bankrupt and ended up on the streets, while our mother married a loving, caring young CEO who treated her and me with immense affection, and we lived happily ever after.

My brother, jealous of how fortunate I seemed, became so angry that he drove his car into me, killing me.

When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day my parents divorced.

This time, without hesitation, my brother held my mother's hand, saying, "I want to be with Mom."

I was thrilled. I really didn't want to relive those dark, miserable days.

My brother tightly clung to my mother's arm and coquettishly said, "Mom, I want to be with you."

Father, clearly dissatisfied, furrowed his brows and said, "You'll suffer if you stay with your mother. Come with me, and let your brother stay with your mom."

I stood by quietly, no one caring about my feelings, my heart full of sadness. Sure enough, it was just like last time—no one even asked about my thoughts, because in their eyes, what I wanted didn't matter.

Mother looked at my brother, disapproving, "Bryan, what your father says is right. Staying with me will be tough."

But my brother already knew from his past life that Dad would go bankrupt. Why would he choose Dad?

As expected, my brother shook his head firmly.

Father, seeing my brother's determination, still tried to persuade him, "Bryan, I can offer you a better life. Staying with me is the wiser choice."

But my brother turned his head away, adamantly saying, "No, I want to stay with Mom."

In the end, Father gave in, waving his hand helplessly, "Fine, fine, do as you wish. If you can't handle it, come find me."

My brother nodded smugly and looked at me provocatively, saying, "Hmph, bro, you enjoy a good life with Dad."

I smiled nonchalantly, thinking to myself. Good, I didn't want to go through those dark days again.

In my past life, staying with Mom seemed good, but it was incredibly hard.

I said coolly, "Bryan Harris, you chose this path. Don't regret it."

My brother snorted, "I won't regret it. Staying with Mom, I'll only enjoy life."

With that, my brother grabbed Mom's hand and left without looking back.

I watched their backs, feeling a mix of emotions.