Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1001:

She left the room, leaving the bank card behind. Allison knew Amya needed space to process everything, especially after such a traumatic ordeal.

As the door clicked shut, Amya sat in stunned silence, her fingers brushing against the cool plastic of the bank card.

“A fresh start,” she murmured, her voice trembling as the words sank in.

She clutched the card tightly, overwhelmed by an unfamiliar mix of gratitude and sorrow. No one had ever said those words to her before. All her life, her parents had labeled her worthless, no matter how hard she tried to earn their approval.

Her phone vibrated on the table, the screen lighting up with notifications. It was the device the police had retrieved and returned to her. Glancing at it, Amya noticed a string of missed calls, every single one from her parents.

She hesitated for a moment before calling them back.

The line connected with a sharp “beep,” and her father, Troy, wasted no time. “Amya, so we don’t have to repay the debt, right?” he asked, his tone devoid of concern.

In the background, her mother, Mindy, chimed in eagerly. “And make sure to ask for compensation from those people—”

Amya’s patience snapped. She immediately cut them off. “Is that all you care about? Money? Don’t you care where I’ve been? What I’ve been through?”noveldrama

Amya clutched her phone as though it were the last tether to her crumbling world, her heart weighed down by sorrow.

“They said you sold me, didn’t you? Haven’t you already pocketed the four hundred thousand?”

Her voice quivered, but deep down, she already knew the answer. Her parents’ habits were as predictable as the rising sun. Even if they had four hundred thousand, it would vanish into the abyss of gambling debts within days. And when the money ran out, the cycle of high-interest loans would begin anew.

Troy and Mindy exchanged a fleeting glance, their unease barely hidden.

Mindy forced a smile, her voice dripping with feigned reassurance. “How could that be? It’s all rumors. We would never sell you, Amya.”

Troy joined in, his concern acting as a thin veil over the truth. “Yes, Amya, you’re our daughter, and why should we sell you? Now, tell daddy, how are you holding up?”

In another time, Amya might have played along with this charade of family warmth, letting the facade linger. But now, she was drained — so utterly exhausted from the weight of it.

She no longer had the energy to pretend.

“I know the truth. Victor told me everything. You sold me to pay off your debts.”

The thought of what could have happened to her, if Allison hadn’t been there, gnawed at her mind. Would she have perished out there in international waters?

On the other end of the line, the silence stretched long, filled with frustration and impatience.

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