Even though we’re twins, other families seem to manage balancing their love between their children. But in my family, the balance is always off. Mom and Dad favor my brother because he’s been frail since childhood, earning their special care and affection. However, this love is a double-edged sword, spoiling him excessively. Ultimately, his future may not turn out as they hope. “Smack…” A sharp sound echoed as I received a solid slap from my brother, Asher. “Jude, do you think I’m joking? How dare you ignore me?” Asher shouted, pointing at me. “Asher, are you out of your mind? Adeline is my girlfriend. How can you, as my brother, bully your own brother’s girlfriend? What kind of person are you?” I couldn’t hold it in any longer, no longer caring if he was my brother. “You’ve really turned against me now, speaking to me like this.” Asher said, stepping forward to slap me again. I couldn’t take it anymore and immediately fought back, slapping Asher. Asher was furious. Since childhood, he had always bullied me, never once being on the receiving end, and he would never allow such a situation. We started wrestling with each other. Adeline tried to pull us apart, but as a woman, she was unable to handle two enraged men. Out of options, she grabbed my phone and called my dad. Adeline was our neighbor back home, and we grew up together, very close since childhood. Later, when we went to college, we moved to the city together and attended the same university. Over the years, we took care of each other. When I confessed during college, everything naturally fell into place. But my brother has always liked to take what I have, especially things that belong to me. So, he came to us and said something so outrageous, actually asking me to give him my girlfriend. Other things I might tolerate, but she was my childhood sweetheart, the woman I intended to marry. He was going too far. We fought for a long time until my mom shouted, “Stop it, both of you, stop it now!” Only then did we let go of each other. “Ah… my heart hurts so much, I can’t breathe!” Asher suddenly collapsed, clutching his chest and crying out.
“Son, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” My mom immediately rushed to Asher, her face filled with concern and worry, as if she’d forgotten about me, her other son. My dad stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. “You worthless kid, how dare you hit your brother! You’re completely out of control. You’ve been a curse to your brother since you were little, causing him to end up like this. Do you want to kill him now? How did I end up with such a vicious child?” My dad scolded me, as if not satisfied, he even pulled out a belt and started whipping me. “Dad, why don’t you ask what happened first? Why are you always so biased?” I dodged as I questioned him. But my dad wouldn’t listen, continuing to beat me without pause. “I really regret having such an ungrateful son like you. Your brother’s heart isn’t good, and I should’ve given him yours.” He berated me while striking me. My mom yelled from the side, “Honey, Asher is in pain, we need to take him to the hospital!” My dad finally stopped the beating, dropping the belt and lifting my brother to leave. My mom, seemingly not over it, came forward, slapped me across the face, cursed, and hurriedly left with them. I sat on the ground, feeling utterly desolate. Adeline knelt down, trying to comfort me. But I couldn’t hear anything, my heart felt like it was in ashes. I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve such treatment. Asher and I are twin brothers, but he was born with a weak heart, almost not making it, while I was completely healthy. Luckily, Asher was saved but was left with congenital heart disease, relying on medication. The doctor said he could have a heart attack at any time, so they kept emergency heart pills on hand. Our parents sacrificed a lot for the both of us.
Our family lived in the countryside, not very wealthy, bearing the cost of Asher’s medical bills made them anxious and exhausted. Sometimes, they couldn’t even afford his medication, leaving them at their wits’ end. Desperate, they turned to superstitions, burning incense, praying, and even consulting fortune tellers. The fortune teller revealed something that would haunt me for life. He said that as twins, we should have similar conditions, but I was healthy while Asher had a heart condition because we were born to clash. I supposedly took Asher’s luck and health, causing his frailty and illness. To protect Asher, we had to be separated, or I’d doom him. My parents believed the fortune teller, and from then on, they saw me as a demon. Other families rejoiced over healthy twins, but not ours. One had heart disease while the other didn’t, just as the fortune teller said — one cursed the other. When I was three, my parents sent me to live with Grandma in the countryside, while they took Asher to the city for treatment and work. Grandma had trouble walking, yet she had to care for a three-year-old. I was ignorant and always asked Grandma to carry me, and we often fell, bruising ourselves. When I reached school age, I studied in the village, while Asher went to school in the city, enjoying better conditions. Ironically, my grades were always better. I consistently ranked in the top three, while Asher was always last. Yet, my parents didn’t discipline him or guide him. They blamed me for taking his luck, making him dumb with poor grades. I was speechless. Isn’t studying about effort, not luck? I remember when I got into high school, scoring first in the entrance exam, but Asher had no school willing to take him, so they had to buy a spot. That was when my parents were at their worst. They stormed into the countryside and, without listening, started beating me with sticks. Scared, I ran and cried, but they wouldn’t stop. Finally, perhaps from exhaustion, they stopped. Only then did they reveal why they beat me. They believed I was a devil, stealing Asher’s luck. I got first place, while he was last, even with no school accepting him, all because of me, the jinx. My brother was sick, now with poor grades and no school, how would he find a job to support himself? My dad had finally settled, barely achieving a modest living, but it wasn’t enough for Asher’s needs. So, all the blame fell on me, the jinx. They beat me, scolded me, and almost killed me. At that moment, I even considered dying.
Thankfully, Grandma returned and stopped their abuse, driving them away. That day, I cried for a long time, unable to sleep, waking up from nightmares. The next morning, Grandma found me burning with fever. She quickly called the village doctor, busying herself with my care, looking both heartbroken and worried. I asked Grandma why, when Asher was sick, Mom and Dad were always there, but now I was sick, and they weren’t here for me. Grandma comforted me, but tears streamed down her face. After that, I rarely saw my parents again. Until three years later, when I got into college and moved to the city. Adeline went to the same university, and she was the only light in my life besides Grandma. She was there during my most painful days, and we had a great relationship. When I went to the city for school, Grandma couldn’t afford the tuition or rent, so I had to rely on my parents. I didn’t want to, but with no money, I had no choice. When I saw my parents again, they didn’t even look at me. Over the years, my dad seemed to earn more, buying an apartment in the city. I’d never lived in such a nice place, never even seen one, and it was my first time in an elevator. Perhaps because I was older, seventeen or eighteen, and much taller than them, they didn’t hit or scold me anymore. They paid for tuition and let me stay, but I had to do all the housework. I had no choice but to agree. For me, doing chores was easy. I’d been doing them all my life in the countryside. But Asher was the biggest problem. He was my brother in name only. Other than looking older, in everything else, he was inferior to me. But he was the most troublesome. Whenever I cleaned, he’d throw trash around, making me sweep several times. After I washed dishes and dried them, he’d pour oil on them. If I washed clothes, he’d stomp on them. He did all this openly, making it a habit. It’s not that I didn’t fight back; I did. However, the one who gives me the biggest headache is Asher. He’s technically my brother, but aside from looking obviously older, he’s lacking in every other aspect. Yet, he’s the biggest troublemaker. Whenever he’s at home, if I sweep the floor, he intentionally throws trash around, making me sweep multiple times. When I wash dishes, he spills oil on them before I can put them in the sterilizer. Even the clothes I’ve washed, he deliberately steps on. He does all this so blatantly, as if it’s just the norm. It’s not that I didn’t fight back. I did try to stand up for myself. I remember the first time he tried to dirty my freshly washed clothes, I gently pushed him away. He pretended to fall, clutching his chest and claiming it hurt. My parents rushed over when they heard the commotion. Before I could explain, he accused me of being careless with chores, saying he just casually mentioned it and I hit him, pushing him hard. Without hearing my side, my dad slapped me twice, scolding me for being ruthless, even bullying my seriously ill brother. I was already aware of and deeply felt my parents’ bias and unfairness. So from then on, I tried to control myself and endure as much as I could. I stopped explaining myself. All I could do was swallow my anger, hoping to get through college. Once I started working, I’d be financially independent and move out, never to see them again. But despite my hopes for peace, trouble kept coming. My brother didn’t get into a university; he went to a subpar associate degree program. He skips class all the time, hanging out with some unsavory classmates. My parents indulge him because he’s supposedly sick. But he crossed the line when he came to my school. Asher, with some delinquent classmates, came near our school because it’s a prestigious university with a lively surrounding area. They came to eat crawfish. During their conversation, Asher bragged that he had a brother who would come at his beck and call, asking me to serve them by peeling crawfish. Egged on by his friends, he actually called me. I didn’t want to deal with him and hung up. But as luck would have it, Adeline and I happened to pass by the crawfish shop, and Asher saw us. He immediately came out, kicked me, and ordered me to peel crawfish for his friends. I refused, and just as he was about to hit me again, Adeline stopped him. “Is it you, Asher? You can’t bully Jude.” They had met as kids, but since moving to the city, Asher never returned to our hometown and didn’t recognize Adeline. Seeing how pretty Adeline was, Asher became interested. After a brief chat and realizing her connection to me, he became displeased. “How come the younger brother has a girlfriend when the elder doesn’t? There has to be an order!” he said, as if it were only right. I asked what he wanted, and shamelessly, Asher said I should give Adeline to him. I might be submissive, but everyone has a limit. I can tolerate you hurting me, but I won’t let you harm the people closest to me, especially the innocent ones. So, I firmly refused. Asher wouldn’t have it, especially with his friends watching. He felt humiliated. So, he tried to grab her. I quickly pulled Adeline behind me, and he slapped me hard. That’s how we ended up fighting. But he repeated his trick, pretending to have a heart attack when my parents arrived, and I got scolded again. At that moment, my heart was completely shattered. No amount of sincerity can revive a love that’s dead. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected anything. I packed a few things and left resolutely. I found a work-study job at a restaurant that provided room and board, allowing me to earn a bit. This way, I wouldn’t have to live under someone else’s roof anymore. While studying and working, Adeline stopped visiting as often. I texted her, asking if she was upset because I was busy with my part-time job and couldn’t spend time with her. She said she wasn’t mad and even laughed, saying she was busy with her studies. I naively believed her. But what I didn’t expect was that one day, while delivering food at a hotel, Adeline opened the door. We were both shocked. Then, a man’s voice came from inside: “Adeline, hurry up and bring the food in, I’m starving.” Hearing that voice, I was even more shocked. It was clearly Asher’s voice. I couldn’t hold back and rushed in. Adeline tried to stop me but couldn’t. Sure enough, inside, I saw Asher lying in bed, naked. I was petrified. In the next second, I screamed. All my grievances and humiliation surged through me. “Not happy, are you? Angry, right? Jude, this is the gap between you and me.” I looked at Adeline, furiously asking, “Why? Why did you betray me too?” Caught in the act, Adeline dropped the act. She took a couple of steps forward and sat on Asher’s lap. “I fell in love with Asher at first sight.” I tearfully asked, “Love at first sight with him? What about our ten-plus years of relationship?” Adeline shook her head. “Jude, that was just childish ignorance. We grew up together, but it was just a playmate relationship, nothing more. You deluded yourself into thinking it was a childhood romance. I couldn’t help it.” “But I confessed, and you agreed. You’re my girlfriend.” Adeline shook her head again. “I agreed because of our long friendship. I couldn’t think of a reason to reject you and didn’t want to hurt you. But now that I’m with Asher, I won’t betray him. Jude, we’re breaking up now. You’ll find someone better.” Asher laughed loudly, “He’ll find someone better? Look at him, looking all pauper-like. How could he possibly find someone better? Unlike me, I have money. Dad said all of the family assets will go to me. Did you know? Dad got a big contract recently. Once it’s done, our family will be worth billions. Hillbilly, you’ve probably never even seen ten thousand dollars in your life. Do you know what a billion means? The gap between us will only widen. I can spend lavishly on Adeline, but you? You can only afford to buy her cheap breakfast with your measly salary. But I can buy her jewelry and high-end cosmetics. I won’t need to work for the rest of my life. Even living off my parents, I’ll be wealthy. And you? You’re destined to be a mere worker. What do you have to compete with me? How can you give Adeline happiness?” I furiously threw the food I was holding to the ground and ran out. I’m sorry, but it looks like the text you’re requesting for translation is missing. Could you please provide the Chinese text that you would like me to translate? 7 At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into tears. Why does everyone dislike and betray me? Was I born just to be treated this way? Even though I’ve left that family, I still carry all the pain. Why is that? If they didn’t want me, why did they bring me into this world?
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