My Family Are All Worms
Chapter 1
My cousin got pregnant with an XYY baby
and cried to me, asking what she should do.
I told her it was a genetic disorder, but she
turned to her husband and sobbed, “My sister
wants me to get rid of our son, but I can’t
bear to.”
Her husband, enraged, stormed into my house
with a knife.
He literally butchered me.
Reborn, I returned to the day my cousin had
her amniocentesis.
She looked at me, pitiful as ever, “The doctor
said something’s wrong with the baby, sis, what should I do…?”
I smiled, a cruel, hard smile. “Have it, of
course!”
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My cousin watched as my carotid artery was
punctured.
Her tears mingled with my blood, flowing
ww
freely, yet she never reached out to help. At first, I counted one, two, three, four… But as my consciousness faded, I lost track. All I remember is the agony, the countless wounds, my soul trembling even after it left
my body.
It hurt so much, so damn much…
As I breathed my last, my cousin finally,
shakily, dialed 911.
Not for me.
At first, I scoffed, thinking she should have
called the police, not paramedics. It was too
late for me.
But then I heard her first words –
“Doctor… I’m having contractions… the
stress… save my baby…”
My eyes widened, I reached out to strangle
her, but my hand passed through her.
I died because of her, and she blamed blood for stressing her unborn child?!
my
My cousin, Ashley, met her husband, Ryan, on a blind date.
After a whirlwind romance – a first date that led straight to bed, a proposal within a week, halved dowry, no name on the house or car despite my constant warnings, she married
him.
Married to a calculating man who clearly
–
didn’t respect women, her life was predictably miserable. She’d come crying to me every
other day.
Each time, I’d advise her, “Leave him. You’re
young, you have no kids, you can find
someone better. You deserve better.”
But she’d just cry, sobbing, never responding.
Worse, she’d repeat my words to Ryan:
“My sister says I could have any man I want.” “You better treat me right…”
“Or I’ll listen to her and divorce you!”
Naturally, Ryan resented me. He’d make snide
remarks, and once, he even tagged me in a
family group chat, telling me to stop
interfering in their marriage.
And my cousin, the one I was trying to protect? She just sent a “Hubby, you’re so strong~” emoji. No defense, no support.
After that, I stopped advising her. I’d play Candy Crush while she cried, offering empty platitudes.
I never imagined that during those tearful weeks, she’d gotten pregnant!
And then, during the amniocentesis, they discovered the fetus had XYY syndrome.
XYY syndrome is a genetic condition. Normal
males have XY chromosomes, but XYY means
an extra Y chromosome.
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And having an extra or missing chromosome
is dangerous.
Children with XYY syndrome are often prone
to developmental delays, impulsive behavior,
and aggression. In the worst cases, they can
become a danger to themselves and others.
After careful consideration, I decided to talk
to Ashley one last time.
“You’re only twenty–three. You have plenty of
time to have healthy babies. You could
terminate this pregnancy and try again when
you’re ready.”
I never imagined this advice would cost me
my life.
Ashley, once again, went crying to Ryan:
“My sister wants me to abort our son, but I
can’t do it.”
Ryan, already harboring resentment towards
me and obsessed with carrying on his family
name, snapped.
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apartment, and hacked me to pieces.
With no way to hide the body, Ryan was
quickly arrested.
But on the day of his sentencing, Ashley
produced a document proving his mental
instability, saving him from the death penalty. After the trial, Ashley collapsed, clutching her belly, whispering to the air, “Sis, you
understand, right? You always loved me. A
child needs a father. You wouldn’t blame me, right?”
No!
I wanted to tear them both apart, limb from limb!
If I could do it over, I’d send them both to hell
myself!
As that thought crossed my mind, a white light flashed, and I blacked out.
I opened my eyes to Ashley’s pitiful face:
“The doctor said something’s wrong with the
く
baby, sis. What should I do…?”
