捐卵換到一盒杜拜巧克力的那天

For three years, I believed John and I were poor. When he once mentioned a Dubai chocolate from childhood, I donated my eggs and spent the money on a box for him. That day, I overheard him laughing with Elena: he had money all along and thought I was stupid. At his gang headquarters, he called me his unstable niece, let Elena pose as his wife, and forced me to kneel when I tried to reclaim my late mother's bracelet. Then Boss Richard arrived. I looked up and called him Dad. I was the gang leader's daughter, and John had only been brought into the gang because my father wanted me to live well. I divorced him. Dad returned my bracelet, punished everyone who hurt me, and expelled John. He and Elena turned on each other and lost everything. John later begged me to come back. I only said: I don't like you anymore. The chocolate I once bought with pain was sweet again—because I had finally gone home.